The scene opens up today with Alicia sitting in the living room, talking on the telephone as she sits with her legs on the couch. Meanwhile, Dorito sits on the staircase, a few steps up, somewhat hunched over, as the scene closes in on him. Alicia has a radio playing, and it's not really loud next to Dorito, but "Shapeshifter" by Josie and the Pussycats is slightly heard starting to play.

Dorito: Yeah, that's what he is, a shapeshifter. It's all an act. And I'm going to make sure everyone sees this tuesday who he REALLY is. You want to try taking this title?

Reaching behind him, he pulls out the folded up title belt from the step and holds it in his hand as he looks over at it.

Dorito: This stupid, piece of crap prop? That's all this is, a prop. Don't you understand that? Doesn't anyone understand that? Being in possession of this prop is supposed to label you as the best and the biggest draw. But I'm not. Not when Missle has his face and name plastered everywhere. Surprises some there isn't an M in the WorldWide title to name the fed after himself. Cause in his eyes, Missle is the supreme best, and he makes everyone believe that. But I can't go back into my past and talk about beating him one time, when we've only wrestled one time. Finals of the lethal lottery tag tournament in NCW. I lost, because Matt Helmsley gives me a Radical Ride and Missle ends it after that. A second referee would have caught that and it would have been me winning that. What if Matt hadn't interfered though? Maybe I still would have lost. What if I had won though? I did get a second chance, a tag team match where the man with the pinfall would get into the world title match that Missle was already involved in. And what happens? I get kicked in the face by my own brother. It was supposed to me in the main event, but my own brother kicks me in the face to take the pinfall. Remember how Sonic broke your neck that night, Matt? Alicia does. And that night, it wasn't Missle who turned out to be the best. And it wasn't Sonic, not when referee Chris Freytag screwed him out and gave Bizkit the title, the man who beat Missle. Who has beaten Missle on many occasions. The man whom I took his wife away from. Bizkit remembers those days, looking into the eyes of his children each and every morning, having to answer the question of when Mommy would be coming home. And you Bobby, having to lie to your children, looking in their eyes and lying to them. Your family just couldn't let go, could you? You wouldn't accept the fact that Ana didn't love you anymore because you had become obsessed with this title. You loved this title more than you did her. Than your children. What kind of a father, husband..man, were you, Bobby? Obviously not a very good husband, seeing how your wife left you. And not very good father when you're lying to your children while looking them in the eye. Lying about when mommy would return. And as for man? Well, you're greedy, yet you don't give up quite so easily, putting up a fight. But it's not for honor like you may let yourself think, but it's for greed.

Dorito looks at the title belt once again, then pushes it away from him, throwing it down where it hits the bottom step, clanking off to skid a foot or two on the floor.

Dorito: Pain Express shares a characteristic with Bobby Cannon, and that's greed. You want the same thing he wants, not necessarily respect or honor, because it's just a temporary feeling. You want the world title. That's why you did what you tried to tuesday night. Try doing what I did, but I at least succeeded when I did it to my brother. I succeeded, you failed. At Re-Birth, I succeeded, and you failed. Notice a pattern yet? At Prophecy, I will succeed, and once again, for a third time, you will fail. It's triangle-point, and I don't fail to break the tri..an..gle. You utterly destroyed that rental car which I didn't put insurance on when I rented it, so I'm supposed to pay for a new one? I don't think so. You're paying for it. I know you don't have the money, cause you're saving up for that new pair of jeans you've had your eyes on for the past two years, so I'll take your life instead as repayment. You try running me over with your truck last tuesday night, and you can try running me over at Prophecy, but just like March 31st, you will fail when I derail you. The Pain Express won't arrive at the station when there's a major incident on the bridge that goes over the White River. The Pain Express will never arrive when it derails into the valley.

The phone suddenly rings, and Alicia is heard talking, but not what she says. He looks to the wall on his left, the direction that Alicia would be, then he looks back down.

Dorito: This title belt is a prop as long as Missle is around. Get rid of Missle, and maybe, just maybe this could mean something. Missle wrestles a style much like Sonic did, you could even mistake the two if you're not looking too good at the picture. Or through a window. Both thought they were the best, just ask them and they would say they wouldn't know who they think is the best, but they know who the best was, and both would say themself. Pain Express wants to run me over with a car, he's so compulsed into believing that world title is actually supposed to mean something. Prophecy is the tie-breaker, as we stand at one win apiece, and if you want, the triple threat where we both lost. I may have been pinned, but during that whole time you never moved once, so it could have been you just as well that was pinned. One to one, Prophecy breaks the tie. I never gave up to you, and you never gave up to me, and who would ever want to give up to someone like you? Greedy, underhanding, lying, pitiful, shapeshifting belly-acher...I would never give up to someone like you. I had somewhat of a respect for David Cote after beating him in the qualifier match to get into the tournament a month ago, but after last week, forget that. You're going to fail at Prophecy in front of your friends, your family, your community who are actually both your family and friends in blood. This all started cause you had something I wanted, and it was supposed to have ended at Re-Birth. But apparently it isn't over, it was just a re-birth. You have nothing that I want, nor need. You're blocking me from getting to Matt Helmsley, legally, and that is bigger than some stupid prop you're obsessing over. You want people to take pity on you and cheer you on by giving only the sad details of your life, and obsessing over that. You're depressive and you make others want to kill themselves.

Alicia suddenly is seen walking up to Dorito, standing at the bottom of the stairs just in front of him, cordless phone in hand.

Alicia: I just got off the phone with Tommy and you've got a match this tuesday night.

Dorito: About time someone decides to get the guts to lose them.

Alicia: It's a tag team match.

Dorito: Two for the price of one, even better.

Alicia: There's a little problem. That friggin' asshole Pain Express is your partner.

Dorito: How forseeable and increative that is.

Alicia: Don't be so sure if you even wrestle though.

Dorito: Wrestle? I'm not tagging with him, and if they make me, I won't just break his triangle, but when I snap my fingers, I'll snap his neck, and pluck the hairs off all his chinny-chin chins.

Alicia: You may not have to wrestle though.

Dorito: I won't wrestle him. After what he tried last tuesday, I'm going to fight him. Fight him to my death if I have to cause I'm not stopping on him.

Alicia: Just shutup for one second and let me talk! Sheesh! You are the final team in David Cote and Matt Helmsley's tag team gauntlet challenge.

Dorito: So I do have to fight. Cote is going to want to make this shapeshifting Indiana Twerpinator pay him some respect for last week, and Matt wants that belt by your feet.

Alicia: Oh yeah, and one of the writers called too. Said you should be on TV more, defending the title, be on the show more.

Dorito: Ooh, one of the writers huh? Like I give a damn. You call that writer back, tell him to take that pencil, and just remind him that if it ever gets dull and wants to sharpen it, he could shove it up his ass.

Alicia: He just said he thought you weren't producing as the world champ.

Dorito: Screw that. As long as Missle is around, everyone looks and thinks of him as the world champ. I won that tournament for one reason, not just because I may or may not be the best, but because I wanted the belt more than anyone else. Not for some honor or some garbage like that, but cuz to draw a snake out into the open, you need what it craves...you need bait. And I have it. Right now they won't let the snake out of it's cage to go for the bait, as they taunt it, making it angrier and angrier. And soon that snake will bite and it will get out. It will go for the bait. And in the meantime, there are others wanting to come take away the string that the bait is tied to. Pain Express is the first in line, and he is not getting the string. He's not taking the bait away from me. But if he does, then I'm jumping out and going hunting for the snake. I don't care about all of these people claiming that everyone is blind to the truth, and the truth is them, and them only. Thirty-some truths, and who is to say that even one of them is a truth? As long as Missle is alive, this world title is nothing more than a damn prop to control those who believe in it so much they will fight the system and everyone else who tell them otherwise.

Alicia: So once you win at Prophecy, then you can go on to fight Matt guaranteed, assuming he pins Malinko.

Dorito: Ever seen what happens when you put a hungry, upset, and angry snake in a cage with a clown?

Alicia: No.

Dorito: Me either. But it won't be for the squirmish. However, I'll put it on the table, if Matt can beat Malinko at Prophecy, then I'll do the same thing the Distortion the following week. I don't care if the clown gave me a pink slip cause I've got offers to other feds, and I'll go to one of them, and Matt will go as well. If he gives it to me after the big show, I'll be taking not only the world title with me, but the tag team title as well.

Alicia: Wait, tag title? What are you talking about?

Dorito: I'm entering the tag team battle royal at the pay-per view.

Alicia: Silly baby brother, you need a tag team partner to enter the tournament.

Dorito: You know, there is talk of a pay-per view in april. Could you imagine what kind of Radical BreakDown it would be if I fought Matt for the world title?

Alicia: Tag title? Radical BreakDown? What are you talking about?

Dorito pushes to his feet, looking at her for a second, then turns around and heads up the staircase without saying a word.

Alicia: Hey! Wait! What is that supposed to mean? Who in their right mind would want to tag with you? Dorito?!

Dorito walks into his room, the door shutting behind him, as she looks up the staircase.

Alicia: (whisper) Dorito?

She just stares up for a few seconds as the scene fades to black.