The scene opens up today with Dorito and Alicia sitting in the living room of their home. The TV in the background is on with some episode of Invader ZIM airing.

Alicia: You know, the pay-per view is in two weeks and you still don't even have an opponent.

Dorito: ...

Alicia: See, you don't even care. World Wide's second pay-per view and you don't have any interest in it.

Dorito: ...

Alicia: There's got to be someone you could face. I don't think WhirlWind is booked. Or there's umm, Sage Winters?

Dorito: He got released.

Alicia: Finally! Some talk out of you for once today. Fine, how about Peccant?

Dorito: Peccant? Me fight Peccant at a pay-per view? I might as well just go blow my nose cause that's about how impressive of a match that would be.

Alicia: Dude, chill.

Dorito: Don't say the same rubbish as that snooty kid Sirius. Relax? Sheesh.

Alicia: How you gonna handle him tuesday?

Dorito: Like a batter of dough, I intend to squash him. I'll roll him up, beat him up, knead him out, and then I'll let him raise just a bit, then kill his crave by breaking the wave.

Alicia: You could do that..or how about admitting he's right?

Dorito: What?

Alicia: About everything.

Dorito: You're going some place with this...

Alicia: That I am. Admit he's right, that you need to relax, but I know you, and you don't know how to calm down. So...

Dorito: I know how to relax. Am I not relaxed right now?

She gives him a look, as if wanting him to shut up. After a few seconds, he quiets up.

Alicia: ..So, he shows you how to dance or something, which isn't going to work if he's got whatever crap he plays, and Darude isn't even really trance. But he starts to show you how to dance, chances are with him being the dimwit that he is, he'll try getting the ref to join in as well. Meanwhile they pan the booing crowd to find the signs that say something like "stop dancin' and start rasslin'." Then you lay him out, three seconds later it's over. You toss the ref out and I'll come in with a steel chair and beat the living hell out of him and break each and every one of those ten fingers, shatter both of his wrists, and dislocate his shoulders so if he even gets the idea of touching me again, or even looking at me, or thinking about me, he'll shudder from remember what I did to him. Lousy freaking piece of...

Dorito: And I'm the one that's supposed to chill?

Alicia: Bite me.

Dorito: That reminds me. Where'd you run off to those couple of times at teh arena before last Distortion began?

Alicia: Nowhere.

Dorito: Really?

Alicia: Duh, isn't that what I just answered?

Dorito: Cause that Wanker Erotic guy or whatever mentioned you running off to be with a bunch of different guys or something. Cause with a name like Wanker, he's got to have more than a pair of legs in his pants.

Dorito gives a sort of weird look toward her, as she seems puzzled, yet upset, while disgusted.

Alicia: Men. Sex, sex, sex, is that it is with you guys?

Dorito just sports an eyebrow, then continues.

Dorito: Cause, you know, he's gonna have something else in his pants than those legs. Like, ya know...his hand?

Alicia: Could you just shutup for a second? I don't want to hear about any masturbation or some creepy old guy with a mustache with both hands down his pants as he..ugh! Now you got me talking about it! I'm surprised you're not...

Dorito: I don't with you anymore. It was just those couple of times, I swear.

Alicia: That's still perverted and sick.

Dorito: And I burned the pictures.

Alicia: Sure as hell better have, or you'll be the one burning from the beating I give you. And it's not like Lance Oaten wouldn't be here in a day to let you have it.

Dorito: Alic'..I'm not a premature ejaculator like everyone else. Not anymore. It's all in the past, and I'm full of self-control and other good for you stuff. I'm in complete control of myself, and of WorldWide. Prophecy was only an illusion, and I am no longer in some pond swimming with other fish. I'm in control.

Alicia: Usually to be recognized as being in control, you'd have the world title belt around your waist. And you did officially defeat the number one contender last tuesday, although he more or less kicked your ass the whole time and got himself disqualified. Pretty bad match considering you seem to like having better matches yourself.

Dorito: Considering that was only my third match in almost two months. I'm getting disgusted, just sitting around and doing nothing. Being just some onair personality rather than wrestling for something that could mean something. But it continues to not mean anything. As long as the title is defended upon personal issues and not business; athletics, it still is nothing. This garbage between Great Malinko and Pain Express, it just tarnishes what the title could mean. Sure one could blame Great Malinko for bringing it upon to Pain, or Mm'K for that matter, but consequences Alicia, consequences. Pain Express brought it upon himself. But another silly personal issue resting upon a big world title match. And what happens to be Pain's satisfaction if he wins in two weeks?

Alicia: That he saved his farm?

Dorito: Right. Remaining the world champ won't be the ultimate comprehension in his mind as saving some old piece of land to be seized by the government as a new radioactive waste dump. And what is Great Malinko's first thought if he's declared the winner?

Alicia: That he took away Pain Express' home?

Dorito: Exactly. Exactly like the Indiana Twerp, it won't be about the title. The first thought won't be about the title. For the three months that David Cote and Taylor Bridges went at it in NCW, it was nothing but the world title. Nothing ultimately personal, yet it wasn't this stupid storyline stuff to put butts on the lazyboy, it was their top of the line pure wrestling. Show stealing matches from pure technicality. And it was never this (with a horribly deeper voice somewhat resembling Sylvester Stallone)"oh I'm a submissions expert and so are you, we could have the fight to end all fights. So uh, how 'bouts it?"(end stupid voice)

Alicia: Haha, but that match at the pay-per view should be pretty interesting draw.

Dorito: It could, but...

Alicia: But you still don't have an opponent. Two weeks away D, and I think it's about time you got serious.

They look at each other for a few seconds, then Dorito shrugs his shoulders and gets off the couch and heads toward the staircase to lead to his room as the scene fades out.