Alicia: You got the world title packed up?

Dorito: No.

He continues to type away for a few more seconds, then slightly adjusts the upper-half of it with the screen, then continues typing.

Alicia: What do you mean you didn't pack it?

Dorito: Nope.

Alicia: Well, where is it?

Dorito: I saw it around somewhere earlier.

Alicia: We got to find it. We can't go to Indianapolis without it.

Dorito: We don't need it.

Alicia: Yes, we do.

Dorito: It's all about greed. Pain Express is full of greed. He's so full of greed that it fills out his belly, fills out his pants, like Santa Claus at Xmas. It's all he wants from me, really. If I don't have it, then what can he do? Nothing.

Alicia: Next monday is Prophecy and you're gonna screw the fans out of this match?

Dorito: It's Kylie and the other slug screwing the fans. Screwing them of seeing a title that actually means something. Some stupid belt I won a month ago at a tournament that was no doubt to be mine, and these seemingly fascist employers are in dire need of control. The US is no longer a democracy, as anyone not brainwashed with patriotic garbage and willing to question authority, can clearly see the fascism that it has become thanks to G-dub being in office.

Alicia: Sooo...where's the belt?

Dorito: Last time I saw it was when I was baking a cake.

Alicia: Baking?

Dorito: Everyone has greed in them. Everyone's greedy. Everyone. Sam and Caveman found out how greedy I am when you toy with my world, when you mess with the Wired. And yes, I was greedy when I first heard about a world championship title, because I knew what it meant to Matt. My greed was to fight Matt in the ring once and for all. It never happened, and he finally stopped believing in his own ultimate truth, and looked upon another concept and realized he was wrong, and perhaps I was right. The world title means nothing. As long as Kylie, Missle, or anyone sticks their face out for their greed for consumerism, power, lust, money, whatevah, it will forever just be a belt too big to fit through the laces on your pants. Pain's greed is for something that means nothing. He's willing to kill over it as the greed has taken him over and he's beginning to come out of the silouhette he has covered himself with. He expresses his failures time after time...he succeeds at failing.

Alicia: Well, he did pin Matt.

Dorito: Something I have yet to do.

Alicia: And he did make David Cote submit.

Dorito: Haven't done that either, yet.

Alicia: So he doesn't fail at everything. So where is the belt?

Dorito: He may not fail, but it's what he wants to talk about. He may give a slight mention here and there of an accomplishment he has done, unlike mostly everyone else who talk about accomplishments, and a few admit failures. However, he's greedy for failure. Yet, in the meantime, he's also greedy to show his ability to everyone who thinks different of it. Greedy to show off before the people he grew up amongst in the state of Indiana. Granted a lot of people in that state don't necessarily live there by choice...heck, if everyone could live in the state of their choice, Hawaii would have the population of the mainland, while the mainland would have the population of Hawaii. Because if you live in a paradise, then where would you vacation? Why would you?

Alicia: Some go to France or Japan. So, where's the belt?

Dorito: Someone came in while you were in the restroom, started cleaning up, and she wanted an autograph.

Alicia: Ooh, she?

Dorito: So I gave her the belt.

Alicia: YOU WHAT?!!

Dorito: Lightens the luggage, you know. One less materialistic thing to concern ourselves about, and it's not like anyone's gonna miss it anyways. Cote tonight even said he didn't want it. So when someone like the Wolverine is saying he doesn't want some company's world title, an honorable guy like him, then you see why no one cares. When Assassin came in here tonight, he never mentioned challenging for it. It seems, aside from Matt and Pain, the only one in WorldWide that wants the title, is Missle. And he only wants it to reassure himself and his abilities as he thinks in his mind. Yet, he's not taken the step toward even challenging. And now he's run off, greeding for the money to fund this show to keep it going. He claims to be the only big name on the ticket, no one else matters, no matter who the world champion is. Yet the FWF was so much better than WWCWF or NCW? It took him over a year to get the FWF title back after losing it the first time. Why? Because he wasn't talented enough to keep fighting and fighting? Or is it that the title changed hands more times than... Alicia suddenly shoots him a stern look, and he catches it as he pauses for a few seconds.

Dorito: ...more than...Kylie...

He looks down before saying her name, then back at Alicia. She smirks a bit, as he looks back down at his computer to continue talking as he seems unhappy about it.

Dorito: And of all these FWF greats he has brought in, all have failed to even make a mark. No dents, no scratches, not a single mark. He's ruined TV main events to talk down at one of his FWF'ettes. And it doesn't matter if one ever came in to actually make a mark, they would just be a cheerleader for Missle, that's all. That's all Whirlwind really is, a cheerleader for Missle. He's a mark. And the Great Malinko, undefeated in all his time, gets pinned tonight by some crippled senior citizen? The guy wrestling next monday to contend for the numnber one contender spot, is beaten by a crippled old guy tonight? It's no wonder that Freytag, Cote, Saint, Bulletproof, Onslaught, all these guys who have world championships before won't contend for the one I'm supposed to be supporting. Yet I don't support it because I see it for what it really is. The NCW title meant something, as owners weren't on TV from day one trying to please the crowd and purposely entertain them, killing in their feeble minds everything that the wrestlers would do that night. I'd rather contend for the womens championship against Mercury, She Who Must Be Obeyed, Christy Myst, Kylie Muller...fight with any of them than fight for this supposed world title. The womens title may have not meant much in NCW, it meant nothing at all to some, but to those who wanted to see it, felt it. And with this WWCWF title, the history is dead inside. As long as Kylie, Missle, Mack, and anyone else with political power throws their weight around, the world title will mean nothing. Holding the world title in WWCWF means less to me than giving some mentally screwed up guy an autograph. All an autograph is, is my name in print, made by me, that's it. If you want to see what an autograph means to someone who believes they are not looked up to, which is pretty much anyone not involved with sports or show business, all of which is entertainment in some way. How about asking a teacher for an autograph? They'll probably ask why, and you just give some response like in ten years from now, when you hold that piece of paper and look at that name, you'll remember everything from this class, everything that they learned and enjoyed.

Alicia: You're kidding right? No kid would ever do a thing like that.

Dorito: And why though? Because showing respect and admiration to a teacher when you're younger, someone better than you, is not an admirable thing of your peers to do. Yet, some will silently admire you for that. They'll never tell you, so you'd never know. And if you saw them talking about it to someone else, with hatred selling in America, you'd first think that it was disrespect toward you as they hush about it when they see you looking at them.

Alicia: But how would they hear though if they just went to the teacher when the classroom was empty?

Dorito: Shock. The teacher would probably be in shock and would of course have to tell other teachers. Tell others about one's admiration because it makes them feel greater than who they are. Makes them feel better about being who they are. In a small way, it makes them feel famous. And when they see that student over and over, they'll have a smile on their face, or in their mind. They'll remember over and over, but eventually that student graduates and then what? That feeling is gone more or less, and eventually will be forgotten unless they get reminded of that person.

Alicia: I never did anything like that in school.

Dorito: Neither did I. No one ever does. It's not until later that you really learn what respect is. I can respect David Cote, Chris Freytag, Crow...but I can't respect Missle. I can't respect Sonic. And I cannot respect Pain Express. He may deny the feeling he gets when he's at some walmart and some stranger will recognize him from TV or some house show and ask for an autograph. Pain could be looking up the latest Olsen Twin movie DVD with the time he has for himself, when he has to take time out for others. It'll upset him at first, but for those few seconds, or that minute, he's happy that someone knows who he is, and he thrives on that. I know what that feeling is. And it's greed.

Alicia: You're bringing something out of him that no one's seen.

Dorito: I know who he really is. And bringing out who he really is may not be the best for anyone, let alone you or I. I know what's underneath, what's been building in him for years and years, and it's going to come out. One can only blow for so long before something comes.

Dorito then closes his laptop up, and lifts it off the bench to slip it into the open backpack he kicks out from beneath the bench. He goes to zip it up when Alicia walks toward the door, grabbing the handle and opening it up.

Dorito: Where you going?

Alicia: Find that cleaning woman. We have to bring that world title to Indianapolis with us.

Dorito: Forget about it.

Alicia: Forget? I can't just forget about it. It's our responsibility to bring it with us wherever we go. Now, what did she look like.

Dorito: Alic...you packed it in the suitcase earlier.

Alicia: I did?

Dorito: Yes, if you had forgotten.

She opens up one of the two suitcases, and reaches in. Fumbling about for a couple seconds, she pulls out the belt. She looks at it for a second, then over at him.

Alicia: Oh, guess I forgot. And you knew the whole time didn't you?

Dorito: I was right here when you put it away.

Alicia: And I've been worrying for the past fifteen minutes over nothing.

Dorito: You're right, that's exactly what that is.

He gets to his feet, slinging the backpack over his shoulder as he walks toward her. He grabs the handle to the other luggage bag and walks past her, heading out the door. She looks at the title belt for a few seconds as the scene zooms up close to it, taking a shot of her digital watch showing "1:16 AM" , and the cam zooms in on the championship, then fades out to nothing after a few seconds.