The scene begins tonight with you scrolling your mouse over the image of Dorito on the WWFW website. Click! A few seconds pass as the bits and bytes spread through many cable lines in seconds, little bars at the bottom of explorer begin to add in number from the download, and the video begins to play. Dorito, stands against a concrete wall backstage shortly after Madness, holding his jaw. He moves about in motion a little, looking at the camera as he continues to rub his jaw.

Dorito: Matt Helmsley, you heard what I said to you a few minutes ago, and you know what went through your mind. The truth. You've seen it, you believe it, and you hate me for telling you. Fine, so be it. I knew it was going to piss you off, and you struck me for it. But Matthew, you held it in, good. Because it's going to eat at you, and eat at you for the next seven days until next week when we go to Nampa, Idaho, wherever the hell that is, for Madness. And next week, after all that build up, all that frustration building up inside of you, you're going to release it. And you're going to release it on Darrick Summers and Z-Bone, for the first round of the tag team tournament. You were supposed to fight Z-Bone this week, but that didn't happen, because of Sean and whoever. And I know what you're thinking, Winter. No one's heard anything from him at all since the pay-per view, and next week he's supposed to return to action.

Dorito turns about, looking down, and bends over to grab a bottle of water and picks it up. He stands upright again, twisting off the cap, and holds onto it as he tilts his head back and raises the bottle up and takes a few gulps from it. As his lips depart from the circle of the hole, a smack is heard, and he screws the cap back on as he looks back into the camera.

Dorito: But Matty, if you want to, save a little bit of that hostility inside you after the slaughter you give next week. Let that little bit build up inside you once again, and unleash it on the next round, say Winter? Or possibly Sean Harrison in the finals? Whatever, just keep your temper down, and don't, and I meant do NOT resort to chairs or weapons of any kind! I am the one with the title on this team, I am Ironman.

He leans over a little, pulling the Ironman belt into view, setting it on his shoulder, glancing at it before looking back.

Dorito: We may have been a team in the past, a family in the past, brothers in the past, but that is all history as we are in the now, and the later. What happened with us in the past, can never be forgotten, but it doesn't mean the future cannot be as it once was. It's obvious to me, Alicia longs for you, and you for her, so give it another shot if you want, you've both grown and matured more in the past three years. And you realize that I am for this team to the extreme, 'til death do us part. There is no combination of any two people on this roster, or any other federation roster that can compare to us. I've beaten Darrick Summers before in the past, as I did it just last week against Jason Storm as well in a triangle. I can handle him, I can handle Z-Bone as well. We've seen our share of Rico-ish super-rich pricks come and go, and this guy is no different. I am the top wrestler in this company, and this title proves it. Every challenger has come with great hopes, but gone home weeping and empty handed, stripped of their dignity and the american sense of blame on something else. And now, Chris Matthews is the next in line, again, for a shot at this. And next time we meet Chris, Molly has told me to take it lighter on you because you've got some two-week extent for a video you're supposed to star in on location in Australia or something. Well hold that number one contendership all you want, wait as long as you want, defend against whoever challenges you for it, prove you're the top contender for the top title, time and time again, and when the chance comes, we'll show those fans a match.

He untwists the cap, and takes a few more chugs from the bottle, draining the rest of it and screws the cap back on before tossing it aside.

Dorito: And finally I come to you, Mr. World Champ. Sean Harrison, so how does it feel? How does it feel that because of me you got a match with Matt Helmsley. And because of me, you were given a world title match. Because of me Sean, you have that title. So how does it feel, to have the world title, and not be the best? How does it feel Sean, to know holding that title is like holding a plastic plate when everyone else has nothing? How does it feel to know that the world title isn't the best, because you can't beat me? How does it feel for everyone to finally see that the Ironman title is the TOP title in this FED! HOW DOES IT FEEL?!!

Screaming into the cam, Dorito pauses for a couple seconds to collect himself and settle down.

Dorito: Now, you've completed one of two tasks I set out for you. Now, you have to complete the other, in order to secure a shot at this title. You have to beat the other man you lost to at Judgment Night. And I'm talking about Brett Adams. And while you're at it, why not put the title on the line as well? I mean, if you lose to him again, then obviously you shouldn't even have that title. But not like you need a shot at this, Sean, I mean, you've got your own title. What does it matter to you, knowing you're not the best, and refusing to admit it? Sure I got lucky the first time, the second time, and I'll be lucky the third time, the fourth time, the fifth time, and the sixth time, and every time we step in that ring together, I will have my hand raised in triumph! Because just like StraightEdge, I am BETTER than you!

Dorito folds his arms, putting them up to form an X with his forearms as he stares into the camera, his hair falling over at its side as he tilts his head down, while keeping the glare into the camera before the video suddenly goes black.