The scene opens up today with Dorito sitting in his chair at home, in front of the multisync monitors as Blazing Saddles plays before him in the darkened room.
Dorito: There used to be a time when communities were tightly knit, every person had to play a part in not only their own survival, but the survival of everyone else. Back in time when there was just the ever small community of not even a hundred people, and the farm. And on that farm, everyone helped out because it would benefit the entire community. Those were the days when you really knew your place, where you the only thing that did matter was survival. And now, well, now is the time where people freak out about a pimple or being too fat when there appears to be no fat on them in the first place. Or not having the right color of skin, whether it's tan enough or not. Now is the time that you say you don't care what others think of you, but truth is, you really do care, somewhat, just enough to tell someone who thinks differently that you don't care. The time of fighting for pure survival, going under the hot sun for hours upon hours working in a dry field, trying to get some crops to grow, that's done for. That time is gone. As people began to "smarten up" and believe that wasn't the life for them, as they wanted to work less and have more. Laziness and greed had been injected into people, and they liked it. And they liked it more and more so that more people moved away from the farm, eventually leaving just the family that owned the farm. And over time, that family would sell the farm to some other family that owned a farm so they could move to the city. Now, laziness, greed, and communication rule those who stand on different sides of the line of their ancestors. Work their lives away trying to survive, only for their future children to piss on everything they have done and leave. So few people have any respect, honor, and discipline anymore. Now is the time that people indulge themselves in sexual misconduct and self-satisfaction from the web of information of in this reality, are just zeros and ones arranged in a particular order to create pieces of a puzzle, then putting those together. These online pornstars are just lazy, greedy, and communicative as well. And now this government, the United States government, the new great tyranny of the world, ran by George W Bush who has said in public that he would have no problem with America being a dictatorship, as long as he was the dictator. This being said when he was going to Washington for the first time after "winning" the presidency.
Total control, total power, a different way of thought, it's all politics. And politics are what cause war. And today in age where money comes before honor, war is good for selling. As the time of a close knit community so close they could actually be called family for everyone knew everyone and they all cared. Not anymore, for now is the time that you could cut someone off in traffic and they'll follow you and try killing you, road rage. No longer is there any care for common folk, that's evident in the documentary film "Bowling For Columbine" with Dick Clark and Charleton Heston both shown not giving a damn about ordinary people and only about themselves and money. Pain Express was right about Los Angeles being a cold, heartless town. Cold and heartless wherever you see rich people. Cold and heartless in the poorer people who want to move away from the village, piss on the past, and become greedy so they have to steal and do whatever illegal crimes, sell whatever illegal subtances, in order to survive? That's not surviving, that's being lazy and greedy.
The past is history, the time is now, as the future is being taken away by ourselves. Perhaps the Great Invasion will not happen for we will all be dead by then. So what I think and do no, every step I take, every pushup I do, every word I say, everything that everyone has done, will have meant nothing. The new world war is coming, and it's being orchestrated by the people who tell you it's someone else. No one can ever blame themselves, it's someone else, it always is. Anyone ever wonder what happened to the whole thing with Osama Bin Laden and Al Qaida and Afghanistan in the war for oil? There's no information on it anymore because the buzz is Iraq. Bush just said a couple days ago that he doesn't give a damn if people protest, he wants war. Isn't the president supposed to listen to the people, especially when they're standing outside the gate saying they don't want war, and Bush sends the dogs out to attack them. Sends the SWAT to bully them. And you would be right when you say that a president listens to the people, but a Dictator doesn't have to. "The Road To Tyranny", a film by Alex Jones that shows terroristic events for decades and how regular people note something that happened, yet anyone working for the government will say otherwise. Like what happened in Oklahoma City, or people close to World Trade Center buildings either time those were attacked. Is there any reason in particular the Presidential Administration wanted the Lone Gunmen television series thrown off the air after the pilot episode? The episode where the world trade center was to be attacked and a large jumbo jet crashed into it? This being two years before the incident? Or six months earlier with Columbine slaughter where the students noted of an aerial attack on the world trade center in their notebooks? And even said on the air at a public local television station? Really goes to make you wonder that with all of this pre-knowledge from various kinds of people, and with the FBI and CIA supposedly able to pick up on anything and anyone, that they would be able to prevent this, right? But why though? Like the CIA would ever want to kill one of it's own operatives in Osama Bin Laden, or his brother, or his father, all three of them having worked for the CIA? And yet somehow this isn't to be reported?
That is today's society, today's world, today's reality matrix. Every entity is practically nothing. Killing another doesn't end the world. For there will come untime when everything becomes unmade into nothing. Every single thing every single entity has done, won't matter to anyone cause there shall be no afterlife as there is nothing, everything is erased. So what is the use of me going to New Orleans this sunday to fight in some tournament? I'm not changing the world, yet how will it look should I be the world champion after sunday night and try getting into the White House to beat G-dub? I was just reading the article in the Toronto Star tuesday from one of the boys who brought it with when they came to Los Angeles. They're already trying to get that Domestic Security Enhancement Act, aka the Patriot Act II, signed, and if that is, basically I get deported simply because I speak out about the government, whether it be in person, or in writing on the net. Not just because I'm from Germany, but because I am a human being, in this reality anyways. Rebellion seems like the only answer, to fight back against those who seek to make us and everyone else, mere cattle, simple sheep. But what's the use? What if the group was already setup? What if my co-workers really aren't who they are? For instance, take Excidium. Supposedly this guy is 6000 years old, and life was supposedly begun at the same time. So Excidium is as old as time itself, so that old guy Pain Express has to fight in the first round, Peccant, is his uncle or something like that. Excidium could be one of these guys that played outside the garden of eden, perhaps even playing as the snake in some evil way to coax Eve and Adam out, oooh, like I'm scared. Yet also to note that it was in the early twentieth century that a couple of explorers went out into Africa in search of a tribe that still is of the old ways completely, doing what it takes to survive each day. Yet when the explorers came in contact with them and got themselves over, communication was good. In fact, it was so good that the explorers discovered that this tribe followed the stars and actually knew about the Sirius Dogstar B system, which shocked them as that was discovered just recently then. Yet what surprised them was the information of the C system, a system that was just discovered at the very end of the twentieth century through new ways of searching in astronomy. Yet they told the explorers stories of how they learned of Sirius and other systems, from Sirians themselves. Reptilian creatures who supposedly spawn a new race of entity on this planet six thousand years ago. When the first real form of technology started to begin. Could Excidium actually be one of these Sirians that come from a far away world that is somewhat like this one? Why else would Egyptians, Mayans, Atlanticans, and more groups build pyramids when they have no contact with each other, yet they all still go to massive work in the structuring and building of the pyramid, a three-dimensional triangle. The reason though of there being four sides to the pyramid, that being that since a triangle is so basic yet so complex, that if it was built wrong at the slightest, the structure would fall in on itself.
In the book, the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, it's said that the answer to the question is 42. Why that is, I'm not sure, I haven't read that far into the book yet. Although as far as anyone in this world goes, the real answer is 3. Three counts to a pinfall. Three strikes and you're out. Three sides to a triangle, the basic figure in geometry which then gets manipulated into making all other structures. And I am close to finishing my third year as a pro wrestler, and now the time is coming to reap the reward. Three matches in one night to win a title. I've been there, done that. Three years since then, and I shall do it again, for the third time. Everyone's got a favorite picked of three people, Mmmaaattt, Pain Express, and myself, to go the distance and win it all. Should I be looking toward Pain Express or Mmaaatt, or could I get the geezers Peccant and Midget? And from what I heard in the locker room, he's called Midget not because of him being seven feet tall, but another part of his anatomy being much smaller than what it should be. Not like they call Caveman a Midget or Mole a Horse or anything, it's just what they are. Caveman is an inferior minded neanderthalistic being with no sense of what is really going on or who this Sam Smarts guy is, aside from that he, and I am assuming that hairy Caveman is a he, calls Sam "Mama". Isn't it also interesting that there are four really monsterous guys in this tournament, and four smaller ones? Four big dumb giants that make TakTik look like a swingin' T cubed.
Caveman can pound and pound on Mole all he wants, and Mole can get lucky and blindly score a victory on the big dumb doof because that thing doesn't even know what it means to have its' shoulders on the mat except that it is fighting to survive and has to get up. Exicidum, if this really is one of the Reptilian Sirians from one of the Dogstars, A, B, or C, none of it makes a difference. Although it's probably most likely to be system B. So I just take the damn snake and wrap my arm around it and break the damn thing. Then I'll take it's power, it's unknown master known as Bob. Yeah, it's a hoax, cause why wouldn't anyone have just put this bum out of its misery by now? So I take Bob and give the guy a bath and dump the cloak to find that it's really just two chimpanzee monkeys duct-taped together with one standing on the other. Simple as that. And the Portugese Metal Band will no longer play for the snake will be skinned and thrown onto the floor in front of Matt so he sees what I did to one snake, and so that if he manages to make it past everyone else, or it doesn't even matter cause I'm going into his locker room to kick his ass all backstage. Or wait until after the show when he's going to his car. Or when he's back at the hotel. Or when he's in the restroom taking a shower, and I'll go right in, not to free some wet willy, but to tear the damn thing off and put it down the toilet if I have to. Cause...cause...Matt. Mmaaaaatt...grrr...
Dorito then from here stops rambling and starts growling.
