"Knock, knock" as there is a rapping at the front door. Today seems like any other, except strangely though, it's not. Today there is a new feeling, a new energy, a good vibe, the kind of vibe that could put a smile on your face, or maybe it's waiting on the other side of the door. "Knock, knock" once again, this time though, footsteps are heard in the background as the scene focuses on intently at the door from the opposite side of which it is causing the sound. A couple of seconds pass before the doorknob begins to slowly turn itself, slowly it rotates until finally the door clicks and it pulls back, just as the scene pulls back to find your residential superhero, Dorito, clad in orange board shorts and an open X-Men club shirt going to open the door, but a sexy blonde girl lugging a mailsack with her in some skimpy mini-skirt and uniform-shirt torn up just over the belly-button and tied up into a knot.

Dorito: Hey Molly!

Molly: What the fuck took you so damn long to answer your own damn door? Do you have any idea how heavy this fucking bag is? And having to carry it all around these neighborhoods and seeing all those weird looking kids just gawking as the sit around watching me deliver the mail? It's creepy. I feel like...

Dorito: It's great to see you're here!

Molly: Really? You mean that, D? Cause I...

Dorito grabs the brown foot-long box out of her hand she was sorta holding, and he turns away and begins walking toward the living room.

Dorito: This is great! My new comics I ordered arrived finally!

Her jaw just sorta hangs for a second before she throws the bag down on the ground. Alicia pops her head up from over the couch, peeking over.

Alicia: Hey Mol'! Say, aren't you supposed to deliver those?

Molly: Screw that, this job is too hard. It would be so much simpler if people just came to me to get their fucking mail. God. I hate working.

Alicia: Isn't this like your fourth day?

Molly: Yeah, and still I seen no money! I feel like I'm doing all this crap for nothing! When I could be spending this time at a spa or something.

Alicia: Hmm.

Molly: Whatchu got there that's so important you couldn't help with that stupid bag?

Dorito: Oh, I just said I got my new comics. Powerless issue one, just came out. It's like what would people like Professor Xavier, Peter Parker, Wolverine, all be like if they never had their super powers, or something like that. Plus I got my X-Men comic issue twelve! And in mint condition! This thing is worth almost a thousand bucks!

Molly: Where the hell did you get a thousand bucks?

Dorito: Oh, didn't I tell you? I'm wrestling again.

Alicia: Don't tell me, you're gonna be a masked wrestler in some lame indy fed, right?

Dorito: Uhhh, yeah, whatevah. Nah, WWCWF started up again with the original founder and looks to be going good. I just made them give me a twelve-hundred dollar signing bonus to sign since I'm deemed prime talent that they could use to help boost themselves as they re-build a foundation. Their first TV show was last week and it wasn't really anything special. Considering they're aiming to establish as pro wrestling, and yet two of their world title tournament matches end in disqualification? I know I hate paying money to see some important match end simply in DQ for some lame excuse.

Alicia: That's dull.

Molly walks over to the frig in the kitchen, opening the door just to pull out a bottle of water before shutting the door.

Molly: What the heck has been with you and comics lately?

Dorito: Meh, I used to sorta read them when I was younger, but just sorta fell out of it after my uncle died. And I guess I just happened to be walking back from surfing when I came across a comic shop right on the beach. So I've been dropping by there quite a bit lately.

Molly: You are such a geek! Only complete losers spend all their time oddling over comic books! Heck, before you know it, you'll be going to that ComicCon in San Diego in two weeks and hanging out all day talking to other geeks and stuff. Heck, maybe you could talk to Stan Lee or something and try getting him to start a comic based upon your personality, seeing how his latest project was Stripperella.

Alicia and Dorito just stare blankly at Molly as she goes on.

Molly: And everyone seems to enjoy his work, even though he's in his eighties and producing a show like that. But at least he gives strength to the female character into actually being more than just some damsel in distress, sorta like Phoenix or Storm of X-Men, although Halle Berry is more of female personality than the controlling character she has to portray, and that new Catwoman movie looks like fucking crap from the previews I've seen. So I really don't care if she comes back to be in X-Men 3, even if she is demanding more money and less time required to perform than say Hugh Jackman who plays Wolverine.

Molly stops as she looks at Dorito and Alicia, whom are dead silent.

Molly: Did time just freeze or something? Hello? Hello?! Hm, oh well. Maybe if I get the rest of this job done now before time starts going again, I'll have the rest of the day free! Hoo-ha! I rule! Way to go Molly-babe!

With a big smile on her face she grabs the shoulder sleeve and slings the mail bag back over her shoulder and proceeds to twist the doorknob, opening the door. As she is about to close it, a car speeds past with a clash of lighting and sudden downpour of rain, and "DAMNIT!" is heard just as it closes. Dorito and Alicia stare at one another for a few seconds, then start blinking their eyes and shake their faces.

Dorito: Okay, I don't know wht just happened, but I'm gonna go on upstairs and check these out before I head out to run to the beach and maybe hit the Origin wrestling gym later on to prepare for the battle royal this coming monday. And once again, I shall don the TV title that I was the first to hold in NCW, which was a take off the TV title in the original WWCWF. And once I have that title, then I go to the local cable access station and give them undeniable reason to give me the TV show I want to put on. ..Say, you okay Alicia?

She just seems dazed from Molly's comic-talk and Dorito just shrugs his shoulders and walks toward the staircase and begins heading up to his room. The scene fizzles out from there.