The scene begins today with the scene outside on a seemingly sunny day, but all that stands in view is of a front door. Just a couple of seconds pass as the camera slowly pulls in closer and closer, baring witness to the door being pushed open and Alicia stepping out and stopping, turning to her right as she looks down at the mailbox connected to the wall. A long flowing robe is tied with her wet hair hanging down by her sides as she fumbles about, opening the lid of the black mailbox and pulling out two simple letters. She looks at the sender on both for a moment before stepping back inside her home, shutting the door behind her as the camera just passes through it, as if there was no camera. Hopping up the two steps from the entrance to te living room, she turns to her left and tosses one of the letters on the dining table as she begins tearing open the envelope. The letter spins about before landing and sliding towards the end of the table while she slips the letter out and reads it for a couple of seconds before screaming.

Alicia: DORITO!!

She marches toward the staircase and begins marching up, taking every other stair, as she shouts once more while putting her arms by her sides, pressing her hands against the walls of the staircase as she uses extra leverage to get up faster. After a couple of seconds, she gets to the top of the staircase and pounds on the door.

Alicia: DORITO! You open this door up right now!

Thump, thump as she continues pounding on the door.

Alicia: DORITO! If you don't open this door right this instant, I'm go-...

The door creaks open as Dorito stands there, just wearing a pair of orange and white striped boardshorts, his silverish blonde hair hanging down by the sides.

Dorito: G'Morning sis. Whaddya want cuz I was just goin' to bed.

Alicia: Well, seeing how it's six-thirty a.m., I thought I'd get the mail from yesterday. But..

Raising her arm up, holding the letter with her thumb and index finger, he lays his head against the doorway and just looks down at her, half-asleep, as she seems upset.

Alicia: ..what I'd like to see is some money, from you. You see what this is, right?

Dorito: Looks like a bill. Or is it?

And with that, he lifts his head, turning it to his right and raising his left eyebrow to give her a puzzling look.

Alicia: This isn't a joke. With this bill, it puts us in the red, and this is YOUR bill to pay. It's your high-speed wireless internet bill, and guess what, you don't have the money to pay it.

Dorito: 'Net bill? Didn't I pay that like last month or something?

Alicia: Duh you idiot, you get a bill every month. And it's been months since you've worked a single wrestling match, nothing since World Wide. And now all of our savings have dried up because of your laziness. If you would just...

He sinks his head down, seemingly that he's heard this before.

Alicia: ..go call someone, anyone, and ask for a few matches, a contract, then you can start making money. But you see, because of your thirteen-hundred and forty-eight dollar internet bill with roaming charges for your stupid geeky laptop, it has dried up all of our funds. And guess what? We only have just a little under three-hundred in the bank! What are we going to do about this?

Dorito: Just throw it away.

Alicia: Throw it away? And when they send another for being late and have extra charges?

Dorito: Throw that one away too.

Alicia: And when they cut you off?

Dorito: ...

Alicia: Exactly. You need money to pay these bills, brother. Otherwise you're getting disconnected, and you know what that means. No internet, no computer, no pirating.

Dorito: Well, it has gotten a tad bit harder recently what with the FBI cracking down cause of those capitalist RIAA. Who wants to pay seventeen bucks to listen to one song over and over? I've even had to change my handle a couple of times, like right now I'm GeorgeWashington003.

Alicia: George Washingon O-O-3? Who ever would have guessed that you we're sooo American?

Dorito: This GW and his boys stood up against the taxical tyranny that reigned upon them by the English, whereas the people of today praise G-Dub'ya Bush for taking away their freedoms, basic human elements, casting those aside to be exported for talking out against the puppet's word.

Alicia: That's nice you're anti-American and all, and Mom & Dad back home both agree with you about the 9/11 incident about the possibility of the US strategizing and doing it all itself. Both it doesn't change the fact that we're out of money and reality is going to dropkick you in the head once you go offline. And then what are you going to do, huh? Sit around looking at a blank screen all day? Playing with your mouse?

Dorito: So whatcha gonna do?

Alicia: What am I gonna do? What YOU'RE gonna do is go out and get a job. Any job. Seeing how you never went to college and have no real skills, don't go thinking too highly of yourself, because even to say get into a computer company, you need schooling and degrees. You have none. All you have are wrestling titles, and you don't even wrestle anymore. Look at you, you just sit in here all night, sleep all day, and just waste away. You don't work out, you don't go out, you're nothing. Imagine if someone did a "Where Are They Now?" show and went to go do one on you? Oh my, the living room, I've got to clean that.

Dorito: So you going out to raves every night is what is defined a life? So that's the meaning of life? To rave? And be...

Alicia: Be what? A bitch? You're getting a job.

Dorito: OR, or what could happen is you go over to Hugh Hefner's little place and just get naked for him, that works as well.

Alicia: I've been making calls to independent promotion around the west coast. ROPE seems to have some interest in you, actually, a lot of feds had interest, but I've got a feeling about them. Also, I've been trying to talk with 3WL.

Dorito: ROPE? 3WL?

Alicia: Ring of Pride & Excellence, and Womens' World Wrestling League.

Dorito: Wait, womens' wrestling? I think I can go for that. Actually, yeah, that'll do just fine.

Alicia: No, that's for me. I was trained by Matt and I'm at least staying in shape and working out so I think I can do this. It's about time I actually did something for me rather than just for you.

Dorito: You wrestle? I gotta see this. Can I be your manager?

Alicia: We'll talk about that later. First thing's first, you go take a shower and go out and start looking for jobs.

Dorito: There are no jobs. War with Iraq is like Wag The Dog, use a war to cover up for something else that's failing, his presidency. Unemployment is at the highest it's been in decades. The only jobs out there would be at some fast food burger joint where these stupid high school grads quit to go to college for an education which will land them a job at yet another burger joint.

They both realize something and stand motionless for several seconds, then he starts shaking his head from side to side.

Dorito: No. No, no no no no no nonono. Absolutely not.

Alicia: D, a job's a job. We need money. I may have to get one as well.

Dorito: You'd look so cute wearing one of those paper burger hats, haha.

Alicia: You forget, I went to college, I have experience in actual job fields before meeting Matt and getting involved with wrestling.

Dorito: Or you could just go take your clothes off and make a whole lot more money. Porn, that's where the money's at. I'm not gonna go work for minimum wage at some burger joint, working for some eighteen year old covered in acne that has yet to hit puberty. Would you like that supersized?

Alicia: That sounded pretty good.

Dorito: Two words: No. I'm going to sleep, the sun is coming in and sunlight burns my skin.

Alicia: That's vampires you idiot.

Dorito: G'morning.

He takes a step back, putting his arm out to grab the side of the door and he swings it shut, closing it in her face. She looks at it for a few seconds, jaw hanging, then knocks on the door a few times.

Alicia: You're getting a job! Like it or not!

She looks at the door for a few more seconds, seemingly waiting for something to be said, perhaps for the door to open, but nothing. She then takes a step back and turns to take a step down the staircase before stopping and muttering to herself.

Alicia: I wonder how much I could make if I handed him over to the FBI or NSA. Hmm...

And with that she heads down the staircase, and the scene fades out shortly thereafter.