The scene begins today with Extremely Sonic in some italian suit, looking himself over in the mirror, when a blonde-haired Dorito walks into the nice clean bathroom. Dorito is wearing a pair of Anaheim Mighty Ducks sweatpants and a Ducks hockey jersey.
Dorito: Wow, you look great bro.
ES: Big party tonight or whatever, no big thing. Malibu's elite.
Dorito: No big thing? Tonight is the new dawn of a new millenium, and we get to see if we all die from this Y2K scares. But I got us all set bro, even just laid a bid on some farm in Indiana so we can go there when the nuclear weapons go off and the world ends and there are tsunamis and five hundred foot high tidal waves, so we can get outta here before they hit. And I've got a fort built down in the basement in which we can take refuge in when people are out looting and stuff. You gotta come down and check it out.
ES: Maybe I will tomorrow when I get back.
Dorito: But what if there isn't a tomorrow? So you gotta come down and see it now. It's really cool. I even got my computer set up in one of the sector rooms incase we need some, uh, viewing material for our sexual needs.
ES just looks over at Dorito.
ES: I'll take care of my sexual needs tonight. The hottest women of Malibu, and a few celebrities and such will all be there.
Dorito: Cool. When we going?
ES: We? Haha, I thought you said we. But no, you're not going.
Dorito: I'm not? But you said...
ES: Don't you get it? You'd be the laughing stock of the party. Everyone would be too busy laughing at you to want to experience a Whole Show.
Dorito: Sharky going to be there?
ES: No. He's going surfing I guess. It's all really stupid though, seeing how the millenium doesn't really begin until next year.
Dorito: Yeah, so in a few hours, then the new millenium starts.
ES: No. Next year the new millenium begins.
Dorito: Yeah, and this is New Year's eve, and next year is tomorrow, the beginning of the new millenium!
ES: Ugh, sure, fine, whatever.
Dorito: So, can I go?
ES: No. What you're going to do, aside from your three times of masturbating, is you're going to go out on the beach and run. And run, and run, and keep running. You're never going to become a wrestler if you don't train and get conditioned.
Dorito: But how can I be a wrestler if the world ends tonight? What's the use?
ES: Fine. For the next three hours you run and run. If you get tired, then you stop and start doing pushups until you can't, then you get up and start running again. And when there's like ten minutes left before the new year begins...
Dorito: Millenium Sonic, millenium.
ES: ...then you can go back inside and go hide in your little fort down in the basement. And then you can have pretend matches with your ninja turtle dolls.
Dorito: Action figures. Action, not dolls; dolls are for girls, and I'm a man.
ES: Whatever. Now can you leave so I can get finished?
Dorito: If the world doesn't end, do you think I can start wrestling somewhere.
ES: Sure, I'll even give Hitman a call or something. I'm not sure what he's doing, last I heard he was doing something with a fed called GCW or whatever. But dude, just chill and go away.
Dorito: Are you ever going to wrestle again?
ES: When the opportunity comes. WorldWide shut down early this year, and OCWF just went for a few months. Don't worry D, we've got plenty of money and such. I've only been wrestling for a bit over a year since debuting in WWCWF, so I've got a lot left to prove, and to take the world title to show everyone who I am, and to leave a big enough mark where I'm still talked about years after I die.
Dorito: I don't want to see you die.
ES: Alright, I'll let you die before me then, sounds good to me.
Dorito: We might die tonight, brother. And..I'm scared.
ES: You've got nothing to be scared about. Now just go away and start training, and keep running.
Dorito: Can I come with you? I wanna at least get laid before I die.
ES: You're not going to die tonight, and no woman would ever want to be with you when you openly admit to masturbating and such. And remember, you're doing your own laundry now. At a laundromat. Not here. Cause I don't want your...your...uh, your cumstains infecting my washer and possible residue left over getting put onto my clothes. It's utterly disgusting, for if I do find another residue spot on any of my clothes, I swear I'm kicking you out and you're going back to Germany to live with mom and dad. And you could forget about wrestling.
Dorito: No! Just you wait and see, I'm going to be the best. I'm going to work and train and one day, one day, I'm going to be the world champion. Just you wait and see.
ES: Being the world champ of your own promotion with nothing but stuffed animals as wrestlers is not much of an accomplishment. You as world champ? Over my crippled, dead body.
They look at each other for a few seconds in utter silence, before Dorito walks out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Sonic's voice is heard, "Get to training!", through the door.
Dorito: (muttering) I'll show you. I'll show everybody they're not as great as they think they are.
Dorito walks off from the bathroom, the scene focusing in on the brown door for several seconds. Then the scene seems to ripple, like a pebble dropped in a puddle of water, but it gains it's balance to remain as the door. It opens up, finding Dorito walking out without a shirt on. He walks down the staircase, the scene following him as he goes down the stairs, looking at his scratched up reddened back. He gets to the bottom of the stairs where Alicia is in the dining room, sitting at the table as she has her feet up on it, as she talks on the telephone. He walks past her, going into the kitchen and opening up the refrigerator door as she looks over, lowering the phone from her face a little.
Alicia: Owe, those bumps on the bare concrete really took a beating. Looks like it hurts.
Dorito: I'm trying to keep my mind clear.
He pulls out a bottle with some yellowish brown liquid inside, twisting the cap off as he starts taking a few sips.
Dorito: If I think about the pain, then everything goes to my back. I lose all my focus, and I can't allow it.
Alicia: Well good. What? Yeah.
She goes back to talking on the phone, listening to the other end.
Dorito: Three more days until I come to face the millennium once more. It was supposed to have been a big thing, the Y2K pressure all behind it and the thought of the end of the world was at hand. Everyone watching on as New Zealand was the first, everyone thinking they could be taking a last breath. They watched as Japan passed through, as China, as Russia. India, Iran, Iraq, Germany, France, Spain, England, then came the United States. Months of preparation of fixing what could have destroyed the world, turned out to be complete and everything was fine afterall. But now I face a new millennium, one that I thought I would never live to see. Yet as I can take a look upon it, people start getting in my way. I begin to lose sight of it, but I don't want to stop looking, stop thinking. I've got to get to the front of the line, and five people are in my way. Well, four people and a rotting vegetable, but it's a mutant vegetable called Peccant.
Dorito walks into the living room, but sits down behind the couch in the open, laying against the back of it, as he talks to himself.
Dorito: Peccant, is a mutant banana, but it's withering and dying off. It can't hold on much longer itself. And it's so spoiled and rotten, no one dares to even peel it's rubbery skin open to look upon, to smell upon, what may be inside. Doesn't matter what they say, this isn't a vegetable anymore. It's bacteria. Rotting bacteria that wants to infect everyone, and will need the millennium title to go back. To go back and go back to his youth, before there ever was a world or universe, or so the bibles read. Yet with a rotten vegetable as bad as him, a brown banana that is starting to break open and ooze it's mushy interior out, something that flies will circumvent around and feast upon. Who will be the one to touch it? The one to discard of it? I must be the one. It's been said that if you want to get somewhere, you have to get your hands dirty.
And no one is dirtier than Swirlwind. That's evident from tuesday night after the match between Core and Great Malinko. The dirtiest player in the game that will do whatever it takes to win. He's actually dirtiest player in the game number one hundred and forty-six, but still, card carrying member. There's so much in my past that he, or anyone else would like to dig up and use against me, but what's the use of bringing about the past? They're memories to me, and to others as well. Trees see it, buildings see it, everything is known, yet so much people want to keep hidden. Keep hidden beneath a mask, so that it may shade his identity, shadowing his past, his present, his future. He's got an agenda with who may be the next world champion, or was the attack mere planning? No matter. He will bring his army, yet when a rumor is that not even an axe could pierce the metal skin of the Time Chamber, but that's all it is, a rumor. Three days it will be seen if it is just that, or if it actually has some fact to it. Swirlwind has a heck of a lot of momentum, and it took two men to rush and attack him to give him the only blemish on his record. I'll give him that, but his style is so familiar..so similiar to...
Dorito trails off for a few seconds in deep thought, then takes a sip of the bottle. He puts the cap back on, then lets the bottle sit on the carpet as he pushes to his feet and walks toward the front door. He twists the door open, and goes to walk out, turning his head as he takes notice of the Mighty Ducks jersey sitting on the ground close to it. He closes the door behind him, still looking back for a few seconds, then lets go as he takes off jogging. The scene watches him for a few seconds, then fades out.
