The scene begins today with Dorito sitting on the couch against the wall, while Alicia is laying on the couch adjacent to it. Dorito, with remote control in hand, presses a button to switch from some channel to some movie channel with "The Royal Tennenbaums" already playing. Dorito drops the remote beside him as he looks at the TV while Alicia looks at him.

Alicia: Can you believe that? I don't think I've ever watched anything that really instilled so much fear into me.

Dorito: Fear sells more than sex. Do you really think that if they had models in swimsuits brushing their already bleached white teeth, that it would sell more of their brushes? Are you kidding? The only people awake at this time of the night are regular people with insomnia, hackers, or ravers. And I guess all night graveshift gas station attendants.

Alicia: And people in other countries where it is daylight out. Don't forget about them.

Dorito: But they're not watching late-night infomercials right now, now are they?

Alicia: Probably not. But I really feel like getting one of those toothbrushes now. Are at least boiling up a pot of water and sticking mine in there for a minute or so.

Dorito: And they've got you hooked. Job done, fear instilled, you're now a consumer.

Alicia: Still, I'd rather feel like my toothbrush is completely sanitized and germ free. Who knew that when you flush a toilet, it releases ecoli germs into the air which land on the toothbrush. The sink, the hand-towel, the hot and cold water knobs. My gosh, I need to go clean my whole sink.

Dorito: You see? You have just become another fish with a bank account that they netted for the day. You think of the toothbrush, then you think of what surrounds it. And this surreal company is probably part of some diverse corporation consisting of other fear-directed campaign commercialized cleaning products that probably have some sort of dirty finger in the sex industry, like condoms for example, but perhaps advertise and sponsor on a few porn websites, maybe even hire a few of the models for sites to use.

Alicia: You sound like you have this already thought through?

Dorito: You know I don't. When I was in high school, I took a debate class or two. Never lost did I.

Alicia: I can kinda see that, I guess.

Dorito: Yet I also never won either.

Alicia: What exactly do you mean?

Dorito: Well you know how you're supposed to research all the stuff for actual proof of your cases?

Alicia: Yeah?

Dorito: Well I just skipped that part. Waste of time I figured. And just spent that time lifting weights, doing exercises and such, you know, stuff to get more fit and muscular for high school sports. School and education and whatevah just wasn't important then. But I just argued my opponent in class, rest of class feels I win, when I jut go with what I know, and I'd win. But of course there's the technical part the teacher needs, that being the proof to back up what I say. So I'd win, but not technically for lack of proof. But I just figured, why should I have to check for the proof? Why doesn't the teacher just go do it herself?

Alicia: Sounds lazy to me, or overly confident, probably both, knowing you.

Dorito: Fear sells, simple as that. Take for example the percentage of crime here in Los Angeles. It's gone down year after year for the past ten years, but media coverage of it has gone up, up, up. When Mars was at it's closest point to Earth in over fifty-thousand years, I turned on the TV to flip through the news channels to see what they were covering. And it was school shootings, underage-child raping priest, Iraq, Bush and Ashcroft calling for regular police to be given unsweeping new authority in the simple losing fight against terrorism? Regular donut eatin' cops to contradict what they simply follow the new order, not the order that Washington, Jefferson, Franklin, had imagined. Those patriots rebelled against England for simply putting a tax on tea. Now look at what they're taxing. And the new idea of taxing people just to drive now? Completely out of hand.

Alicia: A tax to drive? Are you nuts?

Dorito: I may be, I might not be. Washington beaucrats aren't even closing to nuts, having gone way beyond. And there is no revolt, no rebellion, no nothing. Well, actually I'm wrong. There is a revolt, but only "bad guys" fight back. Who attacked first at the Boston Tea Party? The patriot Americans. Not the imperial British. They weren't making two or three cups of hot tea and pouring it down a funnel that had been placed in someone's mouth and duct-taped there or something. They weren't forcing them to drink tea or else cut off a finger for every time they say no. Or scaring them into drinking it in order to prevent themselves from accidentally killing themselves slowly when thirty years prior they were raised on doing some normal everyday thing, like brushing your teeth.

Alicia: Scary world we live in.

Dorito: And turning off the television doesn't help at all, because there are millions of other people in this country, in this city, that watch and believe every word on the news. And we have to live beside them, walk by them, wrestle with them, every day. And with people being pumped full of fear and hatred and told to attack those who think differently, these people who may have to wrestle one time, and decide not just to wrestle, but fight because of it. People are hostile. People are...

Alicia: You don't have to tell me about hostility. I pinned Lisa Lopez in the ring friday night, perhaps the only competitor ever in 3WL to defend their number one contendership to a title, and retain. I'd still like to wrestle Lisa Lopez one on one, once and for all, but that eight woman match was like a one on one match, but with other people in the ring. So I prove that my winning that fourway is not a fluke. And so come this sunday, my short wait for obtaining my first title shot in 3WL is about to come to a dead end. I was expecting Mystika to take this championship match, her title defense, with some pride. I...

Dorito: Pride? Don't give me any of this garbage of pride, or excellence. I...

Alicia: No no no no no, no no, no. I know about you and pride. And I know that you don't have any pride. After selling the Ring Of Pride and Excellence title to Darrick Summers for a hundred bucks. You once had a sense of pride, going back three years when you were fighting Matt simply for Sonic and yourself. For your mom and pop. But somewhere along the way, you lost idea of what pride is.

Dorito: Whatevah. What is pride then?

Alicia: Pride?

Dorito: Yeah. What is it?

Alicia: It's, it's something you have.

Dorito: Something I have? I've got an ear, two actually.

Alicia: Funny. Pride is, it's a sense of...

Dorito: Sense? Like smell, taste, touch, hear, and see?

Alicia: Forget it. Anything I say, you're just going to debate.

Dorito: And win, don't forget about that.

Alicia: Fine, think about winning. Think about getting your loss back from Thunder. Think about winning your match with Loanwolfe this wednesday. But let me dream about beating Mystika this sunday. She has been wrestling for a lot longer than I have, she's got so much more experience. She's been in 3WL for almost a year, and is the first world-class champion this league had. I need to build up every shred of confidence I have.

Dorito: What? Nah! You kidding me?! Forget about the match.

Alicia: Whatever.

Dorito: Really, forget about it. Otherwise you'll spend the whole week thinking about Mystika. Studying everything she does, everything she routinely does, and this is the type of opportunity for her to try something new, a change-up, and you'll never see it coming. Like a fly zipping about before suddenly running into a spider's web and gets caught. Just wrestle her, use your natural abilities, your intuition, try some innovation, and grind her up into coffee grounds. You're two and o in the league, and you stuck it to that black-haired chic, uhh, Randomizer? The boring Russian girl.

Alicia: Random Vrmanicek.

Dorito: Her name doesn't matter, only yours. Remember that. Because after this sunday night, everyone is just going to be talking about you and the cruiserweight title. And when they try to think of the former champ, your opponent, they're just going to go Mysss-who?

Alicia: So are you just going to take Loanwolfe when you get in the ring with him wednesday night?

Dorito: Ex-ROPE champ, the squirt who pinned Darrick in Summers' first title defense, then lost to some former high school guidance counselor? He's all sappy with his little girlfriend, but now he's going to be weaker. He can feel stronger all he wants, but he knows that she hates to see him hurt, and he doesn't like to see her in terror, so he is not going to give it one hundred percent anymore. Sure he may go ninety-eight, ninety-nine percent, but that's not all out. He's not in the shadows or the dark anymore. He's becoming average, turning weak, like the regular American. It's only a matter of time, could be a decade or two before it really sinks in, but I plan on doing God's work, my work, for the magical breathing non-existant loser geek that God is known to be, which sounds like most computer programmers. But I'll just speed the whole process up, doing twenty years worth of work to Loanwolfe in one night. And I know this because I can do it.

Alicia: So you think you can beat Loanwolfe, I don't think you've done it before.

Dorito: I've beaten Thunder before, and I will do it again the next time we meet. The last match was a fluke. I'll beat Darrick Summers when that thong-wearing unproud battle-axe anties up to get in the ring with me. Listen, just forget about this. Mystika is in fear of losing her title, and losing it to you. And to lose to a rookie in pretty much her third match, when she is a former heavyweight champion, and I do think she's lying about her weight because she is definitely not a hundred and thirty-five pounds. Maybe more like a hundred and eighty-five pounds. So she's definitely not a cruiserweight, but perhaps it just looks that way. Until she's on my lap, bouncing up and down, will I tell if she's actually a heavyweight or cruiserweight.

Alicia: If she didn't have anything to fear, she wouldn't have attacked me after the match. For Mystika, it's over. Every day, every hour, every minute, every second, every tick of the clock, her fear of sunday night goes up one tick. Her title reign, her career, is coming to a dead end.

Dorito: And then the next thing you do is go after Random's title, or whoever wins that match. Take that title, find a partner and take the tag titles. Take their world title. It's all in the pocket, and then we go on to Tory Blaze, but she's not gonna be a prob. Cause she's not gonna wrestle when she's carrying my kid, heh.

Alicia: I doubt that. What was that phone number for that toothbrush again? Dorito: I dunno. You're not going to believe that are you? Brushing your teeth is suicide? Gimme a break.

Alicia: So maybe they speak the truth, but you don't believe it.

Dorito: No, I speak the truth. And the truth is what I know. Follow your new leader.

Alicia: Well, at least they didn't add in at the end something like "buy it, or the terrorists win."

Dorito: Yeah, that is strange. The only way to eliminate terrorism is to destroy what causes terror, and frankly, Washington D.C. scares me.

Alicia: I kinda thought nothing did, because you've seen yourself in the mirror.

Dorito: Haha.

Alicia: This is a pretty good movie.

They look at the TV screen, watching the movie as the scene fades out.