The scene begins today on that of the beach unlooking the Pacific Ocean. About 60 degrees out, but still there are plenty of people out there surfing, tanning, playing volleyball, frisbee, rollerblading, just overall trying to enjoy their leisure time away from work, everyday life, homes. But we come along to find Dorito jogging on the beach, wearing a pair of black and blue swirl boardshorts and some running shoes.
Dorito: Can't think, just focus.
"Tomorrow I have to go to Phoenix with...think about Winter, think about Winter. Although it is rather cool out and would be nicer if it was in the 90s or 100s. But every little bit of exercise will help me that little more for my match with Winter tomorrow. A unique specialist in all sorts of fighting skills. If we had a one on one fight, he'd probably most likely kick your ass, D. Plus he's probably trained in submission fighting as well. I don't even know what holds he uses, and don't have time to go running down tapes. Besides, he's not that well known so finding a tape of him will be hard, especially in this time when wrestling is at its lowest point in ten years. Perhaps I should've gone to work for WWE, but then it's not like it would matter. I would've tried pushing for Hitman to get hired for creative team, but of course if they did, they wouldn't listen to him, and hollywood writers would mock him behind his back because he actually knows wrestling, and watches it. Not those writers who FAILED in hollywood.
Perhaps WWFW running on a monday night is a good thing. Maybe Hitman's idea of actually running a monday night show, as opposed to say saturday, is going to become a great thing. But whatever, Winter has to face me in a submission match tomorrow, great. I have no idea of his overall skill, or what moves he prefers, or what little things he does. I just need to get my sagging ass some more exercise and energy for tomorrow, I haven't worked out for so long. I've had almost no need to really, the past coup...don't try to think about her. Don't try to think about her. Or Christy. Don't think of them, think of Winter. I have nothing to prepare for him, for the match. And as much as I would like to win, it's not as important to me as that damned priest is.
Maybe I can do something corny like do confession to him while I'm throwing him around and kicking his ass. I can't kill him, I don't want to go back now that my parole is over and am fully able to do whatever I want again. Besides, April still loves me, I hope, and she'd probably hate to see me in jail for defending her when she wasn't even there. Dammit, don't think, just run."
He continues jogging, passing Sharky's surf shop, he turns his head to look, directing his attention at a bench in front of the shop by the sidewalk. His mind begins to run, going backwards into his memory. The scene changes to a sunny and warm summer day, where Dorito and April are rollerblading on the sidewalk, smiling and having a great time. They come up to the surf shop, Sharky standing outside wearing just a pair of boardshorts and open hawaiian shirt, exposing his rather hairy and round belly and chest. They wave, and he waves back as he's talking to some girl. Dorito and April come to a stop and look at each other.
Dorito: Hey, how 'bout we take a little rest and you go sit on the bench?
April: Sure, can you get me a bottle of water from Eddy?
Dorito: No prob.
They smile and she skates a little over to the bench, where she comes to a stop and goes to sit down on the bench on one side. Meanwhile, Dorito skates over to Sharky, as the girl he's with thanks him and walks away. Sharky turns his attention to Dorito, throwing his arms out in the air.
Sharky: Hey man! How's it going, dude?
Dorito: Great Eddy, thanks.
Sharky: Sweet.
Dorito: Get another order?
Sharky: Yeah, babe wants a purple and silver yin-yang surfboard.
Dorito: I don't know about the silver, man. Sun would reflect off it and blind her, and others.
Sharky: That's what I told her, which is true. So she decided to run with purple and blue.
Dorito: That's a nice combo. I'm sure it'll look cool.
Sharky: You know it will. So, you come for, it?
Dorito: Yeah. And a couple bottles of water, if you will.
Sharky: No prob man. Say, you working any shows anytime soon? I hired some new girl that has worked a couple other shops before so I think I could trust her to run the shop on whatever day.
He walks to the door on the shop, and grabs the knob, twisting it before pushing it open to walk in.
Dorito: Nah, I've kinda stopped wrestling for now. I'm enjoying life for once outside of wrestling with April.
He disappears for a second, then comes back out of the shop with two bottles of water and something small that's white and red.
Sharky: I'm glad for you man. If wrestling is life, then you're always fighting, and in the end, you'll lose and just become miserable. And that's a bummer man.
Dorito: Totally heinous.
He hands him the water and plush toy, then puts his hand on his shoulder.
Sharky: You hang onto that one. She's a major cutie, and sweeter than sugar. And girls like that are NOT a dime a dozen, especially in LA, or California.
Dorito: I'll try. Everything about her is so great, and she's just so different than all the other girls I've met in my life. And sure she's my first girlfriend, but she's just awesome.
Sharky: Cool. So Alicia know yet?
Dorito: No, and I don't feel like telling her yet. She'd probably ruin things.
Sharky: Well, have fun.
Dorito: Thanks, later Eddy.
Sharky waves goodbye as Dorito strolls over to the bench, to find April scratching something into the bench. Dorito holds the plush toy behind his back with one hand as he has the two bottles of water between his fingers in his other hand.
Dorito: Hey there.
She looks up and around, seeing Dorito and smiling as he moves to sit down beside her.
April: Hey. Look what I did for you.
He sets the bottles on the ground and he looks over her shoulder, showing off the heart she scratched into the bench with "AE + DVD" inscribed in it. He smiles and kisses her on the neck from behind.
Dorito: Well, I got something for you too.
April: Really? What?
Dorito: Close your eyes.
April: No.
Dorito: Come on.
April: But I don't wanna.
She snickers, laughingly, and he smirks.
April: Oh, alright.
She scoots over, twisting her body to face him. She then closes her eyes, and Dorito takes the plush out from behind him and holds in front of him.
Dorito: Alright.
She opens her eyes, and her mouth just drops wtih a look of sheer delight on her face before she reaches out and snatches the Inuyasha plush away from him and holds it to her face, squeezing it tight and kissing its little face, and hugging it.
April: Thank you so much! I love you.
Dorito: I love you too.
April: Sssh, I was talking to my Inuyasha.
She laughs then, teasing him, and he runs his hand through his hair partway before stopping, and he just stares into her eyes. Time seems to stand still at the moment, lasting for several,
Dorito: Don't think, just run.
"Sam Fairley, the motormouth manager of Winter. I've heard of him, met him once or twice several years ago. He certainly is one to make an impression, handing out business cards to everyone backstage at some NCW show for his managerial services. I remember Sonic and Matt making cracks of him afterwards, and it was humorous. He's a loser in life outside of this business, so this business is his life. But he's the best thing for Winter. Everyone's talking about Sam, not Winter being the last eliminated in he battle royal, or the man who scored the pinfall in my triple threat match. My pinfall, my victorious return to the ring inwhich I didn't know was happening. Everyone knew I was gonna be there it seems, everyone but me. So how do I beat Winter tomorrow, and not let Fairley distract me? Maybe I need to talk to Alicia to see her plan for tomorrow."
He then jogs past by some sign that reads "Even Angels Sin, Visit Las Vegas". He comes to a stop and goes to look at the sign.
Dorito: Christy.
He stands there for several moments, thinking to himself, as the scene turns toward the crashing ocean, and burns out at a shot of the sun.
