The scene begins today at the playground of some school. Several children are running about on the calm, sunny day, but some kids suddenly gather about as one child is chasing another one about, both about nine or ten years old. One has short blonde hair with a rat-tail in the back, and the other seems a little bigger, perhaps a year older, with brown hair of the two caucasian kids. The bigger one tackles the smaller one, the younger one struggles to get out from under him, as they roll a few times on the grass, before the bigger kid comes out on top. The bigger kid grabs his wrists and plants them down on the grass as every child ceases what they're doing to circle around to watch, curiousity taking another cat's life, as anything different than the current is good, like the story of apples and oranges.

Older kid: Give it up, Dorito.

Dorito: No way! It's mine! My mom gave it to me, Edmund! It's mine!

Edmund: You skipped out on handing over your lunch money today, Do-rito. So give it to me. And you better not tell anyone again or I'm gonna break your arm.

Dorito: Forget it Edmund! It's mine! Mine, mine, mine, MINE!! Now get off me Elephantitis breath!

Dorito struggles to get free, but it doesn't happen as Edmund lifts his left knee a bit, and then drives it into Dorito's stomach. Dorito coughs, as Edmund chuckles.

Edmund: Now now, Dorito, I don't like it when people go calling me things, especially when I don't even know what they are.

Dorito: Stupid Shredder-follower, we'll beat you in the end. The good guys always win!

Edmund: Still with this stupid ninja turtle crap? Don't you get it Dorito, the ninja turtles are for babies. And you're not a baby, now are you?

Dorito: No. Now get off me before I go call my mom and tell on...

Edmund lifts his knee again, driving it into his stomach once more. Dorito cringes as he rubs the side of Edmund's knee, trying for his stomach.

Edmund: You rubbing my leg?

Dorito: N-n-no. *cough* You're wrong. You're way wrong. The ninja turtles are for everyone and one day I'm going to grow up to be one. Then I'm going to be saving the world from evil doers such as yourself, Elephantitis breath!

Edmund knees him in the stomach once again, and Dorito groans in pain as some nine year old girl steps forward.

Girl: Leave him alone jerk!

Edmund: Shutup and get back before I break the legs off your friggin' barbie.

The girl backs up, tearing up, and turns around and runs away sobbing.

Edmund: Stupid girls. Now gimme your lunch money, and tomorrow's as well, and maybe I won't be feeding you dirt.

Dorito: You go eat dirt.

Edmund slugs him in the face, right across the cheek, and it quickly begins to swell up. Dorito rubs his face.

Edmund: Real men don't rub it, you a man?

Dorito: No, I'm gonna be a turrr...

Dorito struggles to push Edmund off of him, getting his head and shoulders off the ground for a few seconds, but Edmund knees him in the gut again, dropping him back, as Dorito starts to cry.

Dorito: SOONIIIC!!!

Edmund: Crying for your geeky mutant brother huh? Forget about it, he ain't coming.

Dorito: I WANT MY MUH-HUH-MMY!!!

Edmund: Shut the hell up you whiny little bitch!

Edmund slugs him in the face once more, busting him open on the cheek. What looks to be a few scratches oozes out a drop or two of blood. Tears stream from Dorito's face as he cries out in pain. Edmund pulls out a pocket-knife, and flips the blade open. He lifts Dorito's head up, grabbind the rat-tail of Dorito, and saws it off after a second or two. Edmund holds the tail up as he puts the knife away, back into his pocket as a red-headed kid steps forward.

Red-head: Come on Eddy, let the baby be.

Edmund: Shutup Andrew or you're next!

The kid backs up, and hides behind a seven year old girl.

Voice: Can I be next?

Edmund: Fine!

Edmund pushes off of Dorito, getting to his feet as he rears his fist back and turns around to see who said that when a basketball bounces off his face. Edmund screams, dropping the rat-tail, as the kids gasp as a blonde-haired thirteen year old kid stands before him, catching the ball in his hands as it bounced off the face. Edmund holds his nose, as some blood liquid seeps between his fingers.

Oldest kid: If you're gonna pick on my stupid little brother like that, then you're getting a piece of me as well.

Edmund: Sonic, I uh...I... Edmund lunges toward Sonic, who pops the ball in his face again. Edmund screams as he stumbles back, a few tears starting to come down his face.

Edmund: I'm gonna go tell the teacher on you!

Sonic: Be my guest. Miss Williams would love to hear about you and Dorito, and taking his lunch money for the past few weeks. And several other kids as well.

Edmund: Screw you Sonic. Screw you, screw your retarded brother, screw your dad, screw your mom, screw your little dog too.

Sonic bounces the basketball off his face again, and Edmund starts to whimper as he backs up a step as Dorito rolls over to his side, holding his cheek.

Sonic: Whoops, muscle spasm. I was just working out in the gym for P.E.

Dorito: Ava-va-va, Edmund said dirty words!

Edmund: You're lucky, Sonic, if I had an older brother, he'd kick your butt. But my dad can take your dad, and my mom can take him as well!

Sonic: Believe what you want, but the really pathetic thing is that Dorito can take YOUR dad!

Edmund uncovers his face, and rears his fist back, but Dorito gets to his feet and grabs Edmund's hand. Edmund then spins around and smashes Dorito in the other cheek with his free hand. Dorito spins about, dropping on his face on the ground, crying as he covers himself when some voice is heard.

Voice: What's going on? Break it up, everyone step back.

A thin, nice looking black woman steps forward wearing a blue and white poka-dotted dress, the kids stepping apart to let her through. Sonic looks over, squeezing the basketball to put it in Edmund's face once more.

Woman: Break it up, everyone go back inside. What's the meaning of this?

Sonic: Hey Miss Williams. Edmund here attacked Dorito and was cussing and everything.

Miss Williams: And you didn't stop him before this? Haven't I taught you kids anything? There is no need to resort to fighting. No need whatsoever, period. Fighting isn't necessary, war is ungodly. There's nothing that a good game of checkers can't do to relieve some dispute. But don't you people see what happens when you fight? Everyone gets hurt, and picking on the special kid, Dorito, is just going way too far. This whole thing has gone way too far, and you're both coming with me to see the principal right now, and we're calling your parents. Sonic, I urge you to better get running along back to college.

Sonic: Yes, ma'am. See you later D.

Sonic walks past everyone, several kids watching him go as he starts bouncing the basketball beside him as he goes. Sonic dribbles the basketball between his legs a little as he goes along the sidewalk for several moments, then the scene goes fuzzy. A moment later the scene gains focus, Dorito peeking out the window of the living room, watching a blonde-haired kid with a backpack on, dribbling a basketball down the sidewalk.

Voice: What is it, Dorito?

Dorito backs away from the window, stepping back as he sits down at the end of the couch, a couple feet from Alicia on the same couch, as she flips through the channels on the television.

Dorito: It's nothing. Just a memory.

Alicia: What is it?

Dorito: I told you, nothing. I uh, was just thinking about this sunday night. This is my first time in the same ring as Tyler McDonald, Omigod, and Swirlwind. Omi' and Tyler both dropped out of the rankings on the WWCWF site, like you mentioned an hour ago, while Swirly dropped from number one to number three, and I'm back on them again this week. Yet Dorkin Steel, is number five on the rankings after I broke his little undefeated streak.

Alicia: Don't start thinking you're better than him. You start doing that and he'll take you out just like that.

She snaps her fingers.

Dorito: Still, Crow jumped all the way up to the number two spot this week.

Alicia: You've never beaten the Crow before.

Dorito: When have I ever faced him? Aside from Draven dislocating my shoulder and forcing me in the match for his boy to take my TV title a week after I debuted in NCW? I've very much tried to stay out of his path, while I continue to prepare for the fight, should the day ever come when I feel I'm ready.

Alicia: There's a rumor going about that Pain Express might be taking some time off after sunday to recuuperate from a few nagging injuries. Whether it's true or not, I don't know. Because I really don't want to go up to a fruitcake like him and start asking him about pain.

Dorito: Ironic isn't it? The king of the gimmick matches, the Indiana Terminator, the Pain Express choo-choo train itself, has to take a few weeks off for a little bit of pain?

Alicia: Well, it is Pain Express. If he needs time off, then it's the kind of pain that would put normal people in the hospital for weeks.

Dorito: You're right. But what kind of doubt has been created upon this match when Great Malinko has yet to win in the past few weeks, and Pain Express got beat by Cote in a minute or two?

Alicia: It was a disqualification.

Dorito: Still goes in the books as a win. No one will remember how he won, just that he did. And Great Malinko doesn't look to be in too good of shape after his match with Core.

Alicia: And the tag title match is now a TLC match, it's almost looking like that should be the main event for the pay-per view. There's no way that Pain Express and Great Malinko could put on a show stealing match with the rumored conditions they are supposed to be in.

Dorito: I could just settle this world title match out and put myself in there. I am the Whole New Show, and I am the former champ so I am supposed to get a rematch at some point. Why not do it at the pay-per view and beat both Pain Express and Great Malinko once again?

Alicia: A triple threat for the world title?

Dorito: Hey, I've won a triple threat with Pain Express and Matt Helmsley before. Why can't I do this? Besides, what they've been doing was just taking away from what the world title is, so me being in there would set some focus back upon that, not about some stupid dried up deserted farm in Indiana. And what's so important about the farm anyways? All of Pain Express' memories are in his head, they're not physical beings going right now.

Alicia: Maybe we'll talk to Hitman before the show about it. But don't take your eye off of Sirius. You saw how he was with Chris Freytag, so he's a dirty player.

Dorito: Sirius is just a fly, buzzing about with the noise. It distracts you, taking your focus away from what you're doing. So you try to keep working, but you lose your focus and shortly focus it all on catching the fly, and then crushing it. So far I've just been smacking it around, sunday night, the fly's life runs out. Then I can go back to work. Go back to thinking about the Time Chamber.

Alicia: How are we really supposed to prepare for that when it's still a bit of a mystery as to everything and how it works.

Dorito: Preparing for everything. That's why in an hour I'm gonna do a few sidewalk bumps to harden up the back a bit to absorb a little more. Then I'll get up and do a little somersault roll or two and run a mile before stopping for a little bit before doing regular calistenics.

Alicia: You should probably stretch out your back first before doing that, to help build the muscle to take the shock.

Dorito: I know. Time is winding down until one of my biggest fights thus far in my career. Dorkin Steel, Swirlwind, Tyler McDonald, Omigod, and the soon to be deceased Peccant, assuming he somehow miracuously comes out of a coma just minutes before the match, gets to his feet, and walks to the ring on his own, defying all the odds for the seven-hundred and sixty-three thousandth time, plus one or two, maybe. It doesn't matter. It really doesn't.

Alicia: Alright. You start stretching out, and I'll start preparing tonight's meal. You're going to need all the protein you can get.

Dorito: You're becoming a master chef? Since when, Martha?

Alicia: I uh, kinda borrowed the cookbook from Chris Freytag's luggage. If he goes about asking if it's missing and if anyone's seen it, umm, tell him you heard Pain Express took it. Or better yet, Bob, who needed some more paper for his scrolls.

Dorito: Alright, whatever you say.

Alicia: Now get your lazy butt off this couch and get to work, bitch.

Dorito pushes off the couch, dropping to the floor and starts doing pushups. Alicia puts her feet up on the coffee table as she finds a channel she likes, with Scooby Doo cartoon on. A couple seconds of this image go, then it fades out.