The scene begins tonight in the living room, Dorito is laying on the couch against the wall, flipping through channels. Wearing just a pair of black boardshorts, with a pair of blue pinstripes on the sides, and some socks and Globe Conflict shoes.

Dorito: Friday night, and nothing on television. Gah, my life sucks when it's just me. And I'm so worn out from all this training this week. All that time growing up, being around Sonic for only a few years as a child before he left home and moved to Malibu. Then just me, with mom and dad. Wow, I sure haven't talked to them awhile, they don't even know about April. Nnnn...maybe I should give her a call, see if she's up to anything, or if she wants to do something together. But, I don't know what I'd do if she said no. Hmph, probably just sulk and get depressed. How I miss your touch, your warmth, your smile, your laugh, the feel of your body pressed against mine, the smell of your hair...everything. And what do I have without you? I hangout with my sister and her friends, all a bunch of ravers and such. Alicia used to wrestle for awhile, then I don't know what happened, it's like she just suddenly stopped. Where am I going in life? I live with my sister, which isn't too bad cause she's cool and stuff, then she's got her beautiful friends, which are cool to me. And I know they're into me being along with. Is it though because they like my serious company to balance their goofy and weird girliness, or is it because I'm like a bodyguard to them? Yet, it's because of Alicia, she gave me a home to live in after getting out of prison, so I didn't have to deal with house arrest issues. Five years seems like such a long time ago. Six years ago I was in high school at home in Dusseldorf, then I traveled to Malibu, and started training to wrestle, which will be five years in two months. Wow. And to think of everything I've done, winning not only my first match, but the first three matches of my career all in one night, and thusly making me NCW's first television champion. To go from there, to teaming with Matt, whom I didn't know, and making a stable with Sonic and Jeff and basically taking over NCW. And to Sonic getting run over by an ambulance during a streetfight that spilled into the streets, to waiting in the hospital for days, for weeks, before he was able to be released. For months, seeing him struggle as his girlfriend dumped him because he was too proud to give her less than what he could do. Going back to NCW to fight in yet another tournament for the Television title, only to get screwed out of that, and feuding with Matt. Then to Matt burning down my house, running over my new puppy Triangle, to bringing Alicia into my life, only for her to hate me. Historic brawls and matches, the hell in a cell with Matt, and anything involving Matt was hell. I hated Matt, then we somehow came together once again to reform DY, and resume before we stopped, and that was to take the titles. And I was his lackey, to help him obtain the world title, to help him retain it. But he needed no aid in doing so, he could do it on his own. Life changed forever in one night. In one night, Matt lost the title, I lost my job, and Sonic...

He stops, lower lip quivering as he just runs the memory reel through his head, before his eyes, a tear streams from his eye. Time slows down greatly, the sands of the hourglass of all there is no longer spills through, but slows down enough to see each grain drop through and fall what seems like miles before hitting the other grains of sand beneath it, echoing to the next grain above to follow.

Dorito: Stop droning on the past, think about the future. Three days before going up to Anaheim. Three days until the Madness rages on. Three days before three men have to step into the ring. A type of match where my ability raises greatly. A type of match where I'm more capable of performing in. Triangle match, with no rules, featuring the crazy strong guy, the silent yet cunning squirrel, and then me, the Triangle Breaker. Voodoo has his talking done for him by Princess, and quite the talk she does. He's the same guy in a regular match, in a gimmick match, or on the street. A crazy strong guy, that's it. Only a handful of trained martial artists can palm strike through twelve cinder blocks with full force, and he does double that with just a punch. Yeah, I bet those were just painted styrofoam. Unless he's some sort of freakish robot or alien or something from the future where he can mentally project something happening so he doesn't have to, but he just physically follows it to make it appear that he's doing it, like an illusionist, a magician. For thousands of years, reports of aliens and UFOs have appeared in all forms of life, all forms of culture, all forms of religion. Jesus himself is believed to have been alien, and really if you look at the history of it all, and how Mary became pregnant, it's probably the most sense. He does come from Egypt or something, at least I think he did before in NCW or WWCWF, wherever I seen him before. But he lives in New Orleans now, oh well. Voodoo itself has roots in many different religions, and is said to date back to at least ten thousand years ago. Guess that pre-dates the christian idea of the planet only being six thousand years old or whatevah. Most people regard alien life as just science fiction, myth, because people won't believe something unless they can see it first hand. Wait, that's hypocritical because people believe in God too.

He gives up on flipping through channels, just leaving it on Cartoon Network, with Dexter's Lab on.

Dorito: But there are all forms of god, in plenty of religions. Buddha is a god. How is someone supposed to learn self control from some eight hundred pound obese figure? Winter was more reckless until he lost his ability to speak. Only then did he gain a greater appreciation for what is all. And though he's skilled in many forms of self defense and forward fight, he held back and beat the crap out of me last week. I got him off balance a few times, and came close, but in just three days in Anaheim, I get my chance. My second chance. Three days, where ducks fly, angels roost, and triangles will be broken. Tell me how does it feel, how should it feel, when everything you strive for, practice for, try for, believe for, die for, live for, comes crashing down around your ankles? How would it feel Winter, if everything you've done for this tournament, was taken away from you, cause I beat Voodoo. One fall, one winner. You don't even have to be involved, and I could advance, and you're left with nothing. Perhaps we could team up to break down Voodoo, and we pin him together to advance to the finals? Maybe I should pitch that to him. Another week of working out, it'll only help to be ready.

He just seems to shake his head, then starts flipping through channels again.

Dorito: Cartoons just aren't the same after April. They were good before her, but with her, they were so much better. Everything was better.

He runs his hand through his hair, then looks down at the long coffee table before him, focusing on the cordless phone.

Dorito: Courage is all I need.

He rearches forward, and grabs the phone, picking it up. Holding it in his hand, he stares at the numbers for a few seconds.

Dorito: Remember D, if it comes to worse, she says she's a partygirl. You've lost her already, how much worse could it be to invite her to a rave? But...don't think, just act.

He begins dialing numbers, then puts the phone to his ear, taking a deep breath as he waits for a few seconds.

Dorito: Hey, how you doing? ...Cool. ...I'm doing alright, I guess. Or however alright I can do. I miss you. ...How's Jasmine doing? ...Good. ...Yeah, from everything you've told me, he's going to get killed after she has the kid. ...Yeah, ain't that the truth. So, how's work going? ...Yeah, but when doesn't it suck? ...So, whatchu up to? ...Oh, just wondering if you maybe wanted to do something tonight. ...I know, I know. But I didn't go out with you for over two years to kinda sort breakup with me, then never want to do anything with me again. So much we've done together, just to never do anything together anymore? I love you, I like you, if anything we can still be good friends at least. But so, anyways, I was just wondering if you were doing anything tonight. ...Oh, well, how about tomorrow? ...Yeah, I know, but I know a rave we could go to, if you wanna have some fun. ...Yeah, a rave. ...My sister sorta has big time connections and can pretty much start one anywhere, at any time. Nah, not techno. Techno isn't trance, and I've done a little bit of my own DJ work on my computer. ...Yeah, I call it techalieno mixing. ...Yeah, but so tomorrow is cool? ...Cool. Then I'll talk to you tomorrow night then? ...Yeah, I'll just pick you up, okay? ...I dunno, ten? ...Ok, see you tomorrow. ...Bye.

The front door bursts open, in walking Christy and Molly as Dorito clicks the off button, and tosses the phone down to his feet. He grins very big, holding it in, then flops around on the couch, kicking his feet and shaking his fists for a few seconds, then pulls his legs back and nips off the couch onto his feet. Molly walks to Alicia's door, and begins knocking, while Christy walks over toward the kitchen area, and stands by the dining table, looking at Dorito hop over the adjacent couch and stops right in front of Christy. Molly opens Alicia's door, and walks in.

Dorito: WHOOOOOOO!

He grabs her by the sides of the head, and pulls her toward him and kisses her on the lips, sucking her face for a few seconds, then lets go to a big smack.

Dorito: WHOOOO!!

He turns around and runs up the stairs, leaving Christy there smiling with a sort of weird look on his face. A door is heard slamming shut from upstairs, and she looks away.

Christy: He likes me, he likes me.

She then walks over toward Alicia's room, and walks in. The empty scenario shortly fades out.