The scene opens up today with a look at the front door of the inside of the home of Alicia & Dorito. Sitting on the gray carpet are a couple bags of luggage, with an envelope sitting on one of the suitcases. The scene then pans over, finding Alicia standing behind the couch, not quite in the living room but closer toward the dining room and kitchen, as she talks on the phone.

Alicia: What are you talking about? That is thee single most stupidest thing I've ever heard of. So all flights from the United States to countries protesting this war are cancelled? ...Uh-huh, don't you even know this isn't a war at all?! Cause if it was a war, the bad guys would have to be fighting back! And if they don't have any missiles or anything like that, how on earth could they ever blow up some airplane thousands of miles away? ...Then I want my money back. I bought these tickets weeks ago, and now the only thing they're good for is nothing! ...What the hell do you mean unrefundable? So you just took a few hundred dollars out of my wallet, and not only that, but I cannot go spend time with my natural parents? ...Yeah? Well I'm never flying with your company again! How do you like that? Don't you see why your company is going bankrupt and you're soon to be standing in the unemployment line? ...Yeah? Well screw you!

She clicks a button and lowers her hand with the phone.

Alicia: Gaw-Dammit! Fucking US government and George Bush. Dorito's got to be right about this. The voting miscount, where when it gets recounted, somehow Bush winds up with even more votes than he had before from that Dade county crap in Florida. Then once he's in the White House he starts building the military. Then the 9/11 and while it's all going on, he doesn't give a crap as he tries reading some book to some kids, and chances are the kids were reading to him. Friggin' idiot. Everything he says is scripted, like a puppet talking. A fight with Afghanistan and this superpower country gets their ass kicked by a bunch of guys whose top piece of technology is probably a toothbrush. The Patriot Act, Homeland Security, Domestic Security Enhancement...all this crap used to scare people into giving up their rights which they wouldn't do with Clinton in office, but after 9/11, people will give up anything in order to "fight" terrorism. Sheesh. Fight terrorism? Yeah, the US would be fighting itself cause that's what this attack on Iraq is, terrorism. Can't a third world country where the citizens are struggling just to live each day with malnutrition and severe poverty, just be? And what is this all about? Oil? Yeah, but like Dorito's been saying, it's more. Because once this is all said and done, someone is going to rebuild everything, and get paid for doing so. And of course these American contractors will have no problem rebuilding what was destroyed when four hundred billion dollars is on the table. And who just so happens to work for all these major international construction companies? Pretty much every single person in Bush's cabinet.

She turns around, setting the phone down on the table, and then turns to her right and walks into the kitchen, walking past the refrigerator and spinning about to grab the handle and pull it open. Not filled with much, but oddly enough the WWCWF world title is sitting on a shelf. She grabs a water bottle filled with some sort of brown liquid. Twisting the cap off she throws her head back and chugs some of the bottle down. Then she lowers her head and gets the "ah" sound as her lips come off the rim of the bottle. She bumps the door with her hip, closing it, and she walks back out into the open space she was standing before to take a small drink as some footsteps are heard.

Alicia: Freaking Dorito was right.

Muttering to herself, Dorito appears at the bottom of the staircase, his hair a mess as he stands there wearing just a pair of blue and silver boardshorts as he rubs his left eye.

Dorito: Hey sis, you're still here?

She almost jumps back, not noticing him as she looks over. She puts her hand on her chest, just before her throat as she coughs.

Alicia: You're just now getting up? It's almost four!

Dorito: I was going through the encoding of that Phonebooth movie which I downloaded cause for some reason it wouldn't work, so it was kind of a late night. But I thought you were going to Germany.

Alicia: Well, I was! Friggin' airports.

Dorito: I still don't see why you wanted to go in the first place. Cause first off, mom and dad don't give a damn that I'm alive or dead. Next, who the hell cares about going to Sonic's grave on his birthday?

Alicia: I care! Alright? But it looks like I'm going with you to Distortion after all.

Dorito: It's no sweat of a match anyways. Me and Crow versus David Cote? Sure it could go either way if it was one of us against David, but both of us?

Alicia: And I checked on the possibility of Crow getting the pinfall, and you would still retain the title like you thought. Still, Kylie thinks that Crow would turn on you to help David win the match so the hell in a cell match is for the title.

Dorito: All of these politics. Nothing but politics, power, and greed. That's all it is when these employers put their faces in all of the shows. It imposes more that this business is more fake than what it seems as they purposely try pleasing the fans by saying so. It kills the concept that something like the world title or the tag team titles are supposed to mean something. Something to actually fight over. Or to just wrestle to see who is indeed better.

Alicia: Still, how did you get Crow as your tag team partner for the battle royal?

Dorito: I tagged with DarkWynd before and held the tag titles with him.

Alicia: But...

Dorito: We'll just leave it at that, alright? We held the titles.

Alicia: Okay. But I can't believe this about Matt leaving.

Dorito smirks for a second or two as he looks down, then looks back up at her and erases the smirk.

Dorito: Uh-huh, sure.

Alicia: What do you mean by "uh-huh, sure"? We both know how Matt is and he feels he has to be at his very best at all times. And not only his very best, but THEE very best.

Dorito: That's Missle for you, ruining more lives everyday.

Alicia: And that reminds me, I read a report of an interview done with Freytag and he made it sound like you teaming with Crow is a scheme to tear the Elite apart.

Dorito: Breakdown the Elite? Sure Alic(A-leash), one man is going to break up this group of three of the top wrestlers in WWCWF and NCW history, and this next big thing of Sage Winters. If anything breaks, it's Chris doing the striking. I know Crow, and he knows me. I'm not out to screw him or anyone else, this is about tag team titles, and who better than the best team you can have holding them?

Alicia: Still, you sure you can trust him? I mean, you were trying to take the world title from DarkWynd, as well as Matt.

Dorito: And if it wasn't for those meddling kids and that mangy dog...I mean Sonic...we would have succeeded. He tried taking everything away from me. I remember mom telling me that when I was three, Sonic took my passifier away from me when we were in a car and he threw it out the window.

Alicia: You still had a passifier when you were three?

Dorito: Point being?

Alicia: Nothing. Nothing at all.

Dorito: If he was here today, he'd be talking up a bunch of crap and be after my title. Not like Pain Express though, but just like he always did. He wouldn't go as far as I did, or as Matt would, because Sonic didn't have the guts. He had the guts to do stuff in the ring, and only there. He didn't have the greed that Pain Express has.

Alicia: Yeah, he was a good guy.

Dorito: Forget Sonic. It was always Sonic this and Sonic that. I HATE Sonic. And it's evident that Pain Express hates me. Why? Cause around christmas time, people mistake him for Santa? Just without the beard. But he fails time after time, and when he fails, he tells people about it. Mr. "I'm Not Going To Talk For Long As I Do My Talking In The Ring" goes on for twenty minutes about his failures? Why? Why just the failures? And never the successes? Because he wants people to take pity on him.

Alicia: At least he admits failing. Most people are too stubborn to do that.

Dorito: Or another reason could be that he thrives on failing. Instead of succeeding to get someone going, it's failing. And if the world title actually meant something, then what would it mean with a failure holding it? But look at it this way, at least he succeeds at failing. So in a way, he is a success.

Alicia: Ha, that is kinda funny. You could probably use that in some promo tuesday. But then it kinda makes you wanna pity the guy. All these slim, trim, ripped, buff, and muscular guys on the roster, and he's one of the few rounder wrestlers left.

Dorito: Yeah, the guy can wrestle. I think I remember watching some old tapes a few years ago of him in Japan. But that is history. Old history. But he's broken down. No longer is he the King of Gimmick Matches as he claims he once was. And I can't even list all the matches I've been in.

Alicia: That reminds me. You got a letter in the mail, some sort of lawsuit I guess.

Dorito: First he has me do his stupid show, then he's trying to sue me cause his client is a bit of excessively dumb? We could either just go to court and we'll give Caveman a simple test of hands and that should be enough.

Alicia: Test of hands?

Dorito: Raise your right hand. And Caveman would get confused and before he chooses a hand to raise, an hour and fifteen minutes would have ticked off the clock. And even then, he'd put his left foot up on the table. Proof enough. Maybe I'll just handle it tuesday.

Alicia: Just make sure you're ready for Cote. And be careful with Crow, you never know if he may be working with Kylie to take the title from you.

Dorito: For the last time, I don't care about the title. And now the only reason I got that stupid belt in the first place is gone. If Pain Express had just lost to Matt last month, then I would have kind of gotten what I wanted. Beating Matt for the world title would have hurt his mind. But he would have wanted another fight. The fight I've been wanting for two months. The fight that management wouldn't allow from the level of violence it would inflict. Too violent for cable TV they say. Almost too violent for pay-per view. Yet they broadcast live executions don't they? Management screwed me out of what Matt wanted. They screwed me out of what I wanted. They screwed those self-obsessed fans out of the fight they wanted to see. So I'll just screw management. Every week Missle quietly claims the world title belongs to him, without ever saying it, but just being. From British Hitman to Missle to Crow to Clayton Scott. Heart Break King even held that title, and you remember how me and Matt had no problem with beating them time and time again to retain the tag titles. And now this tuesday I tag with Crow to defend the title for the first time since winning it. Fighting champion I guess I am not, since management doesn't want me wrestling. I beat everyone to get their big title, and suddenly there's no need for me. Screw management. Maybe I'll just walk out after Prophecy.

Alicia: You're kidding, right?

Dorito: The prophecy is that the great one will come to fight a great fight, and after defeating the snake enemy, the one left, having been bitten by the snake. The venom which mutated the one somewhat, and the one had to leave because what became of the world after the fight was not what it wanted to see, so it left to find what it did want. At Prophecy, I could take the tag titles with Crow, fight the shapeshifting snake, Pain Express, and then walk to find Matt, taking WorldWide's supposed heart with it.

Alicia takes a drink from the bottle, then looks at him ackwardly.

Alicia: Maybe you should go take a shower. We're going to be going to the airport in just over an hour.

Dorito: What? You want me being like everyone else and getting all cleaned up for when I go out in public with you? Maybe I wanna go a few days without showering.

Alicia: No, I just don't want to sit on a plane for a few hours sitting beside your stink.

Dorito: Fine, fine, whatevah. Just make me some banana juice protein shake before we leave, since you're drinking my shocolate shake.

Alicia: Okay.

He turns back and walks toward the staircase, then begins heading up.

Alicia: Wait, banana juice?

Dorito doesn't respond as he keeps going up the stairs, and Alicia has a puzzled look on her face.

Alicia: Do bananas even give off juice? ...Weirdo.

She shakes her head and takes a swig of the bottle and heads back into the kitchen as the scene fades out.