The scene opens up with a shot of the WWCWF world championship.

Voice: To a select few, being recognized as the best in the world is a dream come true. An almost unattainable goal. I, however, don't care.

The title belt shrinks in the picture as the scene is pulled back to show it laying on a bed in a darkened room, the only light coming from that of some multisync monitor with Dorito sitting in a computer chair next to it.

Dorito: This wasn't my ultimate goal, yet I've got this belt that supposedly proves I am the best. The best when there is so much I have yet to fight, yet there is only one who I want. Yet, it's said that to hold this title, you become a junkie. While you have it, you feed off it, yet when it's gone, you crave it more than ever. The need to get some more of that perfect drug, to get that high once again. Yet if you lose it once more, the craving for it becomes stronger than what it was before. You can't fight it. You're addicted. But I am the supplier. I'm the guy that everyone is going to go to in order to try filling the craving, cause I've got the drug. And honestly, I only want to see one guy come taking this. He used his wife and manipulated his way into getting this, and since then he's been craving for it. Matt, you're hooked, like it or not. And if you want this drug so bad, then you're just going to have to try and come and take it away from me. Bring everything you've got, because that's what I want.

Matt, you're what I want. In the ring, or out of it, anytime, anywhere. If you want a ladder match for it, so be it. I will never climb the ladder to grab the belt, and every time you try to, I'm going to be right there pushing you off, and pushing you off, and pushing you off until you can't get up anymore. Or a cage match, if you wanted. I'm not going to climb the cage, unless it's to pull you back in. You can't escape me Matt, not while you're still alive. The only way to do it, is to the death. I'm not going to let you take this drug while I am still alive. It's for your own good.

And it's for everyone else's good as well. Crow, Chris Freytag, Missle, Whirlwind, Sage Winters, any name you want to think of you wants this drug, can come to the dealer any time they want. And I know everyone is going to want this. They will bring everything they have and fight until their last breath in order to take this drug, but I can't let any of you have this. You can try if you want, but you're not getting it. The only person I want to see trying to take this from me is Matt, and it's going to kill him in the end, because this is what I want. This is what I need to free myself. And once that occurs, this becomes a trophy in my eyes, and everyone else who is still disillusioned in thinking this is a drug, will follow Matt's fate for trying to take my trophy away. And everyone who tries and fails, I could engrave their name on the bottom, but it won't work because sooner or later, you run out of space to put names.

So Peccant, Midget, Caveman, TakTik...anyone can try taking this, but like when you were a boy sneaking your hand into the cookie jar, I'm going to slap your wrist like your mother if you even dare touch that snack. Although what do you think when you see a porcelain blue cookie monster sitting there, eating a cookie, and cookie jar written on it? You would assume that it was a cookie jar right? Because what the eyes see and the ears hear, the mind believes. But what if in actuality there weren't any cookies in there? What if there was something else in there? Something you wouldn't expect to be in there? Cause you're looking for a cookie, right? And what if you suddenly get bit? A snake sitting dormant inside a cookie jar, getting angrier and angrier as it is in solitary confinement, and unable to escape. Yeah, I've been there. Although, the next time you put your hand in a cookie jar, would you look first?

Point being, you can try to come take the drug away from me. And I may get beaten up every now and then, but when your triangle gets broken and you wake up in a hospital somewhere and you're not quite sure what happened, and the nurse goes to say that Dorito put you in that bed. The next time you open your trap about me and wanting another shot for the belt, would you think about landing in that bed again? For I have no fear in going further than I have to with anyone. No longer am I fighting to gain attention, for money, for respect, or anything else. The only thing I want, is Matt Helmsley, served on a silver platter, with an apple in his mouth. So if Missle is going to hold out on giving me Matt, then he better take a good look at his blackbook of friends, because I will go through every single person on this roster. The roster of the FWF, HWA, GWF, and everyone of your friends Missle, until I get what I want. Maybe someone can claim to be the most aerial or hardcore, and it could be true, but I've seen aerial and hardcore, and I killed it. His blood runs through my veins as well, so what is to make anyone think that I won't hold back? And just think Missle, while I'm putting your friends through car windows, you'd be paying me as well for doing it.

I said to everyone that I was going to win this, not because I wanted it, but because I needed it. Now I have what draws the snake out, and I get what I want, the snake to fight for this. To kill or be killed. I have the main key, yet I also have the spare as well. I could make it even easier and surround the snake in it's mind, yet I want it to fight with all it has. Matt, you're going to be mine, for the bait lays right there, on my bed. And for everyone out there who is the next hurdle, the next roadblock for me, the next one in line, just a forewarning, nothing is going to stop me from going through you to get to Matt. You wanna know what it feels like to have your head put through a car window? Just go talk to Missle about the match he had at the first WorldWide pay-per view. Cause unlike my brother, I don't care about ratings anymore. Although violence seems to be a ratings boost in American TV, and to what level I'll do to anyone who gets in my way, wanting some title shot, trying to take the drug that only Matt can have a chance at, you better be ready because this is a Whole...New...Show.

Dorito, doing the thumbtaunts his deceased brother used to do, then grabs the title off the bed and drapes it over his lap, and begins stroking it like a cat.

Dorito: Yes Matt, the only time in your entire insignificant life, you truly have some unique meaning throughout the multiplexed universe.

The scene then fades in on the title, with Dorito stroking it, before the visual goes black.