The scene opens up tonight, Dorito in his room as he looks at a picture of the Wolverine Invitational filled with names. With his right hand in a fist, he slowly tosses it up and back at himself, but breaks the fist to toss his hand back to nowhere, as if letting off a little frustration.

Dorito: I saw this in the back during the show. There were two spots left for it, and I could have signed my name up for this..but what's the use? Beating Cote in his fourth match of the night wouldn't be a real victory for me. Perhaps that's why I didn't whore my name up there so I could claim rights to defeating David Cote. But what if..what if Cote did make it to the fourth match? And what if he really is as good as he makes himself out to be? As the fans make him out to be. As the other wrestlers make him out to be. As his family makes him out to be. ..I know how David Cote wrestles, how he competes, how he eats, how he drinks, how he lives. I've met his children. And they've beaten me in chutes and ladders...or so they believe. Because you're not supposed to beat a child. They're supposed to win, sacrifice yourself so they could gain some self-esteem while in the process learn of the desire, the craving, the need to win. Make them love winning while they're young so when they lose, they despise it, it disgusts them, it makes them upset, and makes them violent. Yet some will become quitters as they suddenly lose their assurance in themselves. You let others win, even though you know you can turn it around, but you purposely try to fail to let them win. Thusly you don't really fail, you succeed at failing which was what you were trying to do. Chutes and ladders, where one roll of the dice can make you win or lose, unless you can take control of the dice, then you own the game. How can you lose when you own the game?

Knock, knock - one hears as the closed bedroom door is pounded against by an outside force.

Dorito: What?

Dorito stays in place, looking at the computer screens.

Voice(Alicia): Come on, I'm going for a run. You wanna go with?

Dorito: You go on ahead, I'll pass you in like twenty minutes.

Alicia: Oh yeah? You wanna bet on that?

Dorito: If you really think you have a stand a chance of winning.

Alicia: Fine. If you win, then I'll let you make that orange fish pizza you've been blabbering about for the past week that's really healthy and such.

Dorito: And you're eating it too. Not this one bite, pinch your nose, spit it out, then run off garbage. The whole..damn..slice.

Alicia: Fine, I'll eat your little pie, alright? But..but, when I win, then we're going clubbing again tomorrow night.

Dorito: Whatever you say.

Alicia: Fine, I'm you're done for like when Sirius gets in the ring around me.

And with that, several thuds are heard that get softer and softer, Alicia running down the staircase that leads to Dorito's room. Three keystrokes later and "That's Entertainment" by Powerman 5000, from the new Transform cd unreleased in stores, starts pounding on the surround sound speakers. The Out Of Time preview page comes up, showing a list of the matches and some detail into them.

Dorito: Whose idea was it to book me in a match with Sirius? Or is it that they're now getting serious about requests for matches, but just doing it late? Because wasn't this requested three months ago? Better late then never I guess. He hasn't had much luck since being in WWCWF, so he's looking to use me to get his face on TV. Yet this synthetic twit is using me as a pull-up bar to get people to see him, rather than wrestling dark matches before Distortion. And how he manages to get bigger face pops than Chris Freytag in Assassin's hometown, I may never know. Oh wait, either Sirius is the greatest unrecognized babyface of all time, or there's a lot of cheering being piped in whenever he's about. Or perhaps it's just a distortion in one's mind of this comedy act. Simple entertainment is all he is..it's all I was, for a long time. ..Time. Perhaps time will repeat itself, but in this mark of eternal decay, I may alter it, or even speed up the process. Destroy whilst creating. Yes, hehe, the millenium will come once again. R2D2? I don't think so. Try Y2D3.

Tyler McDonald, Dorkin Steel, Pecc-can't, SwirlWind, and last but least important, ummm...I forgot the name, what was it supposed to be again? Uhh...I'll just check the site. Oh yeah, Omigod. But what's really sad is that just Steel and I are the only ones not on the so-called official rankings this week. Which don't seem right at all because if Swirly is the number one contender, then shouldn't he be wrestling Pain Express at the show next sunday, and not Slinky Malinky? It doesn't matter though, it really doesn't. Just goes to show how much even WorldWide's own employess pay attention to the boring garbage that goes on week after week after week, hour after hour, minute by minute, second by second. No wonder remote controls were created. So you could turn the channel really quick before having to watch more than two seconds of crap like this to amuse one's self. Time Chamber, for the Millenium title. I'd like to take this time machine and go back to when these five were out to be "created" and assimilate their parents just before doing so.

But there's anothing thing I have in common with Steel, we're both double-booked for the pay-per view. But it's nothing new to me. He's got to play with a couple of amateur religious who worship Kali, then he gets to play in time with the rest of us. While I'm finally facing Sirius in a one on one match. Everyone's going to have their eyes on Swirly though, they always do. It's always the high-flyer that attracts the crowd. But you can only do so much before the bigger, fatter guys see what you're doing and that it's a cool move and getting you over, so they start to do it as well. What is on Kylie's mind for this match? No matter, all new competition, never fought a single one of these five before, except for Peccer. But he's got an edge over everyone else on this match, which I can't believe. He's completely old, and still going. So he's survived the test of time, but time is but a measurement of one's own decay, so he isn't done yet. What's going to happen next sunday is just incredibly speed up the process, that is, if he manages to once again overcome a comepletely disabling handicap to wrestle again. Ugh, how overly done this all is, no wonder people have lost interest in WWCWF. What was once the talk of the online wrestling fan community, has ceased to a simple "did anyone watch Distortion or go to the show to see what happened?", and no replies except for the anonymous "how can you watch that crap?" and the various death threats. Maybe people really did like Missle, and Kylie almost wearing nothing and being around all the time. Maybe Helmsley really wasn't a failure after all, but it was many others blaming those who could gain heat without low-blowing the cardboard cutouts making up the crowd.

Dorito spins about in his computer chair, getting to his feet, and walking to his bed a few feet away and plops down, leaning over as he slips his feet into a pair of running shoes, as he has a pair of black cargo pants and a Re-Birth PPV t-shirt on. He gets back up and walks to his door, opening it up to temporarily let light into his room, as he turns his head for a moment, then walks out, closing the door behind him. He quickly walks down the wooden staircase, then through the living room as he picks up a squirt bottle of water off the dining table and throws his head back as he takes a shot, then douses his head with water before shutting it as he grabs the railing and turns to his right to walk down a couple of steps and then forward, grabbing the door-handle as he sets the water on the floor. He pulls the door open and then pushes the second door out as Alicia is just right there, pulling the outside screen door open herself.

Dorito: Hey, took you long enough.

Alicia: Whut? You ..haven't even..left yet.

Dorito: I'm covered in sweat, don't you see?

Alicia: That's water!

Dorito: No it isn't.

Alicia: You don't even smell!

Dorito: And that's a bad thing to you? Although I can't say the same for you.

She smacks him in the arm, then grabs his elbow and pulls him out the door.

Alicia: Fine, we're going again, and this time we're rac...

Dorito shoves her aside, falling to the shrub bush on the lawn near the end of the walkway to the door, while he leaps off the front step and starts charging away.

Alicia: ASSHOLE!!

She pushes herself back up and takes after him, and the scene just watches her chase after him off into the distance for a few moments before raising up toward the sky and clearing out.