The scene opens up today with Dorito sitting at the kitchen table, typing away at his new thinkpad laptop. A couple of plane tickets sit on the table beside him and a luggage case and duffle bag resting on the floor.

Dorito: Almost four. And Alicia still hasn't come back yet, at least while I've been here this week. Gonna have to leave for the airport in an hour with or without her to go to New Orleans. I'm sure she'd want to see me break Matt's spirit once again by becoming the new world champion. That title may mean the world for scum like Midget and Peccant who will drive by some elementary school offering kids some candy. They tell you never to take candy from strangers, but what do you do on Halloween then? You're seven years old, you don't know who any of those people are. Still you go because your parents bring you out, or maybe go with some friend's parents. So from early on you're breaking rules you're told, taught to break rules.

I've heard people say and write that I would bring shame to a world title, I'm simple entertainment to the mass. I've listened to the seven others in this tournament, and not a single one has ever stated that they respect what I've done, or who I am. No one gave a damn about my past, or about who I am, or what I am going to do tomorrow, and the time after that. And what do I have to say about them? Simple, I don't give a damn what they do either. I know what Pain Express is all about, low self-esteem promos that makes fans bring pity upon him and cheer him on to try helping in their own little way of building his confidence. Thing is, he's been like this for a year now, maybe longer. I know what he can do, and if I got him in the finals, I'll do something different this time to gain a different outcome than the last two times I've been in a ring with Pain Express, I'll beat him. He may have lost tuesday night, but that was Midget who we stomped.

Midget is no prob for anyone. Well, except when it comes to a masturbation contest, cause while everyone is done, he's still trying to find that damn thing. He's not called Midget for nothing. And even if he is a self-admitted unstraight sexual individual, according to the News Source, at least whomever he is with never has to worry about getting analed. Matt is overlooking him, but I don't care. The only upset there could be of unprecedented level would be if Midget beat Matt in the opening. I don't worry about Midget at all just like I don't worry about Peccant, who seems more content on watching the snow fall and doing some advertising for sunday than say how I'm distorted. Pain is gonna put him away without a problem, and then you have Pain Express and Matt in the semis, just as everyone is already predicting.

Yet, I'm distorted. Everyone's said the same about me, that I don't know what I'm talking about. Everything I say is too unbelievable to give it any actual thought. Why? Because people don't want to think, they just want to be told something and believe it. And the easiest way to just fire back at someone is to call them screwed up, mental, inarguably distorted, radical. Why not give it some thought though? Because it's too hard of work to think of something in a different way. You really don't see too many philosophers becoming wrestlers, or I guess metaphysicists turning 'rassler. To not follow the rule of believing what you are told makes others think you're crazy, and no one wants that because they want to be liked by all, to be accepted in society. Could you imagine what you'd be like if you had just one teacher during all your time in school? Of course this is another point where people are mislead because in most schools they have what are called curriculum followers. These are not the same as teachers. Although you're told they're teachers and to not think different about it, so you don't cause you don't want to. Ever wonder why in all the history classes you take, the Roswell incident is never once mentioned? Amazing how alien life has had impact on life for thousands upon thousands of years, this all being well documented, yet they don't want you discussing it? Why not though? It'd break the paranoia more should there be some great contact so the breakdown of millions, possibly billions, doesn't really happen. UFO enthusiasts wouldn't seem quite like crazy people. Hmm, people who think there is alien life are considered nuts, yet people who believe in a God with no evidence whatsoever when science proves that the world is more than simply six thousand years old, yet that's the same time as the Syrian race came to earth as it's been passed down from generation to generation in many different secluded tribes in africa.

Suddenly the door is heard opening with Alicia walking in the house, her hair a mess and face dirty, white t-shirt with a little dirt on it and the bottom half torn off, with some shredded up blue jeans on. She stops and looks over at Dorito who looks up from his computer at her.

Dorito: Where've you been?

Alicia: What?! I don't get a damn hello or how are you?!

Dorito: I can see how you are and from the tone of your raised voice I know that, just don't know where you have been for the past few days. And we're leaving for the airport in twenty minutes for Re-Birth.

Alicia: Good. I'm gonna go shower, then we go to New Orleans, and I'm gonna go kick that weasly little skanky-ass "I'll do the dog" slut!! So you can forget about ever being with her unless you have some fetish for crippled girls in a wheelchair.

Dorito: Ooookay, what are you talking about?

Alicia: Kylie Muller.

Dorito: Hmm, you actually believed I liked her?

Alicia: Don't deny it, everyone knows you have a big crush on that, that, that...

Dorito: Nevermind. Just go get ready and try calming down before you cause us to miss the flight cause you will be going off on everyone and pushing old ladies out into traffic if they so much as look in your direction, which they will be.

Alicia: Fine. Just kick Excidium's ass, then Mole or Caveman's, and if Matt gets past Pain Express in the semis, I will cripple Kylie while you deal with Matthew.

She storms off to the right, opening a door to walk into her room, then shut the door behind herself. Dorito shakes his head then looks back down at his computer.

Dorito: Here we go, first ten eps of the Ghost in the Shell Stand Alone Complex series. Start downloading that now, then when I get back monday or tuesday I'll just upload directly to the main comp in my room. The 'net is top priority, dragging the world title around is just a chore until I get what I want. Although if Matt comes away with the title tomorrow, then I use my spare key to get what I want. Do I want to fight Matt simply to gain the world championship, if he has it? No, the title means nothing. He may just have to put it on the line though cause when we fight, it's to the death. And if I survive, that title will be my prize possesion, my trophy, to know that I killed the snake. And from there, no man in this reality can stop me. Tomorrow is sunday, and all of the triangles that go in will turn 3D to make a pyramid. Yes, hahaha, everyone bring what they can with them to fight me, cause I want the title to take Matt's heart and make him fight with everything he has to take it back when we fight the next time, while everyone else would simply gloat about having the title. I will strike Matt down once and for all. If you had just given up last july when I took your wife, if you had just stayed down when you hit the ground...why didn't you stay down?

Dorito ponders to himself as sits there silent for several moments, and the screen fades out.