The scene begins today with the front door opening up, Dorito jogging back inside the house, clothes soaked with sweat as he's breathing heavily. He stumbles toward the two steps and turns around to sit down, gasping for air as he peels off his shoes. His sweaty hands fumble about for a minute to the point where he exhausts the point of untying the laces and just bends his foot and pulls them off and throws them down, bouncing off the ground and rolling another foot before stopping. He pushes to his feet and stumbles back up the two steps and swivels about and falls back against a wall, catching him in a standing position. Alicia, sitting on the couch, turns her head from the TV set which looks to be playing a tape of Prophecy, set on WhirlWind's match with Excidium. Dorito presses off the wall and staggers forward on the carpet, looking down by the center couch at the ground, as if looking for the bottle from earlier, but it's gone. He staggers over into the kitchen where he uses both hands to pry the refrigerator door open, and huffs as he picks the bottle up out of the frig. He lets go of the door, allowing it to shut on it's own, as he walks beyond it into the living room. Twisting the bottle open after a second or two, he takes a quick drink of the brown liquid before lowering the bottle.

Alicia: Have a nice run?

Dorito waves at her, shaking his hand as he's too busy gasping for air to breathe, as he strolls toward the large staircase on the left. He grips the handle and pulls himself up the flight of stairs toward the second floor, his feet pounding on the floor. He peels off the shirt as he goes, dropping it on the floor behind him. He twists the cap off, dropping it on the staircase which it bounces and continues it's trend of descent, bouncing down more steps until it reaches the ground. Meanwhile, Dorito throws his head back as he drowns himself in the brown protein shake while pulling himself up the final few steps. He touches his bedroom door, and presses off to walk a few steps to the left where he comes to the other door and shoves that open, walking into what looks to be a mess of a bathroom with clothes piled up along the wall to the left. Dorito sets the 5/6 empty bottle on the sink as he stumbles toward the spa bathtub and turns the water on, beginning to fill it up as he steps back, a small orangle plastic container about a foot long and half foot high sitting beside it. His breathing begins to subside as he grabs the bottle and drinks the last of it, then tosses the plastic bottle behind him, smacking the open door and dropping down to the ground where it bounces and goes out the door. Dorito walks back and shuts the door, then lifts his right leg to peel off the sock. Then repeats with the left. He peels off the pants to stand there in his soaked black cotton boxers. He walks back over to the tub, monitoring it's progress to see an inch or two of water in it. He stumbles back and crumples down to the ground, leaning back against the wall as he sits on a pair of jeans and some shirt. His breathing calming and almost normal, he tips his head back as he looks up at the ceiling.

Dorito: Why am I pushing myself like this? Going until I can't go much longer, I feel like I'm going to die or something. It's mad. I can feel the pain, yet as this oxygen fills my body, I feel less and less, as if I'm just drifting away. I wonder what Peccant is dreaming about in his coma. Whether it be about his childhood, remembering helping to build the pyramids, discovering the americas. But the geezer is being surrounded by his friends and buddies. He's slipping away though, seems like he may die, and about time. No pain, just his mind giving up on him before eternal thought and questioning with no answers but his own, which were wrong anyways on the test. He failed the test, failed at life, clinging to the past which was distorted to himself and those who kissed his feet cause they weren't even half of what Peccant is, which wasn't much higherrr-..no, LOWER than dirt. Yeah. He's not in much pain, and hopefully for his own good, and for the good of those who measure the television ratings for WorldWide, he'll die. Besides, no wrestler wants to get in the ring, risking their own life, with a senior citizen. There's no way anyone is going to want to touch the rotten banana, split in the center and oozing it's expired interior. Yet what if he comes back? And just in time for the big show, so we have to put up with yet another zombie, and the biggest oaf of them all. What happens when the timer hits and his door opens? The stinking corpse just falls out? And who would want to even put a foot on it? I don't feel any pain now, I wonder how full the tub is. Why is Peccant on the rankings and say not Core? A near victory over Pain Express and the first person to actually pin Great Malinko in a straight one on one match. He isn't booked at all, and has certainly earned a spot to wrestle sunday night. He's earned it. Swirlwind has definitely earned his spot. Tyler McDonald is abled for his, Dorkin Steel earned it, Omicron is abled as well. Three of the six wrestling in this match wrestle earlier on in the night, giving Tyler, Swirly, and Peccant or Core their only match of the evening, so they're going to be freshest. I should be fine as well, I just have to put up with Sirius for a minute and I'm back in the locker room. Everyone's ego is so over-inflated, no one is humble enough to give up their spot in this match. Perhaps I could give my spot up to Core, he's earned it.

Dorito struggles to push himself up, almost unable to, as he grabs the towel rack above and uses it to aid himself in getting to his feet. He stumbles over to the spa, seeing it 3/4 full and he fumbles his arms down for a bit, peeling off his boxers and dropping them on the floor, then steps into the spa. He gives out a relaxing "ahhh" as he pushes a button and the spa jets start up. Dorito puts his arms down in the water between his spread legs.

Dorito: There we go. A little relaxation before getting connected and running about on the Wired for another night alone. Relax, don't do it. Relax. I am relaxed. Calm, chilled, cool. That itch of a human being, Sirius, is the one that needs to calm down. Tomorrow is friday, the day that most people in this country look forward to each week. Last day of school for the week. Final day of the regular work-week for some. But my week is long from over. Saturday we go to Eugene and hit the hotel, and I'm sure Alicia is gonna want to check out the club scene. You don't see too many twenty-nine year olds going to clubs and getting hit on as much as she does. But she does look sensationable in whatever she wears. Like the skin-tight purple tights with matching top. Or her short white baby t-shirt with the blue sleeves and silver leather pants. Or the sportsbra with the black mini-skirt and long coat with stylish cowboy hat.

Dorito begins wriggling his left arm back and forth a bit in the water.

Dorito: Anything looks good on her. Like the white bra and panties with the garter-hose, or the baby blue bra and panties. Or...

Dorito suddenly pauses, looking down as he stares at the water for a few seconds, then throws his arm up, pulling it out of the water as the water splashes a little. He stares at his hand in the air for several moments, the beads of water trickling off and dropping back into the tub, causing ripples. Dorito stares at his hand with a weird look on his face, eyebrow cocked. He shakes his head from side to side a little, then pulls his right arm out of the water and sets it on the rim of the tub, bending his head down for a few moments, then just leans his head back and goes into a complete relaxation as he turns the jets up higher, closing his eyes. The scene fades out a little while after that.