The scene begins outside the Tyson Events Center; well, actually outside the Chili's restaurant at the end of the parking lot. It's night, as the sky is a dark navy blue, with what-light coming from yonder streetlights, store lights, and parking lot lights. There we see Leonardo Steil, Tommy Penthouse, referee Ysuk Kokendalls, and some sort of regular guy, aptly named regular guy, for the time being. There we see them walking to a couple of cars, while Dorito walks into the scene in the lot, going over to them.

Leonardo: 'Sup teach!

Ysuk: Hey Dorito! Ya gotta try the corned pork ribs.

Tommy: Dorito...

Dorito: Tommy!

Approaching them by a red mitsubishi galant in the lot, they stand by the car.

Dorito: I need to do a promo.

Tommy: Talk to Kylie about it, she's running the show tomorrow.

Dorito: No, I need to film a live promo, NOW!

Tommy: Now?

Dorito: Yes, right now.

Tommy: Well we were just going to go do one for Leonardo, but I guess we can fit you in.

Dorito: No, no fitting in. Screw him, this is MY promo!

Leonardo: Screw me? No, if it hadn't been for me then...

Dorito: Then nothing. You still owe me. Now Tom, what about that promo?

Tommy: Joe?

Joe(formerly known as regular guy): Alright. I can't even think of the last time we did a TV spot promo with you, D.

Dorito: I don't care how long it's been. I need one to do, right now. So lets go to the truck and do this damn thing.

The four look at each other as Dorito turns and walks away, heading back from where he came. He walks about a hundred feet to the production truck in the parking lot behind the arena, as the four trail behind on foot.

Dorito: (talking to himself as he walks) Bloody idiots. Stupid Aries, I'll show him. I'll cut him down to his own size.

Standing by the production truck, Dorito waits for a few seconds for the others to arrive.

Ysuk: So what's the big rush, D?

Dorito: Nevermind what it is, just get everything setup and we'll shoot. I know Jason will be watching, he always seems to be watching.

D looks from side to side, looking in multiple directions on each side, while Joe goes to opening the door of the truck.

Leonardo: Hey, you got a mirror in there? Oh what am I saying? Geeks! You're all nerdish geeks! If you actually saw what you looked like Joe, you'd kill yourself.

Tommy: That's pretty mean.

Leonardo: This coming from the guy who tried to give himself his own nickname? Remember, Tommy Abercrombie?

Tommy just looks at him ackwardly as Ysuk goes up the steps into the truck. Dorito glances over, and follows up.

Leonardo: I call interviewer!

Steil follows Dorito up, going into the truck, with Tommy following behind. At the top of the staircase, Leonardo stops, looking back over his shoulder at Tommy, who stops a couple of steps down behind him, looking up.

Leonardo: Were you just checking out my ass?

Tommy: No!

Leonardo: I swear you were just looking at my ass.

Tommy: Heck no.

Leonardo: Well why not?

Tommy: Cause I'm into girls.

Leonardo: Hmm, I didn't know a hand could be a girl. I should remember that.

Leonardo turns his head, and continues into the truck, where we find a couch with a light on it, and WWFW logo on the wall behind it. There Dorito is found seated, with Joe applying a tiny microphone to the top of his shirt. Ysuk sits in a chair, typing away on a laptop.

Ysuk: How long do you think you'll need?

Dorito: Two or three minutes.

Joe: Oooh.

Ysuk: At least it's at night.

Joe: Yeah. Not as many people awake, so we could cut into an infomercial or something with the uplink.

Tommy: So what do you want to be asked?

Dorito: I don't need to be asked anything, I'm just gonna shoot.

Joe backs away, going behind the camera.

Ysuk: Got it. One minute and eighteen seconds 'til showtime!

Tommy: Why not?

Leonardo: Yeah, I was gonna ask what you thought of me and my ultimate plan of taking the world title from the Assassin tomorrow night and becoming the new world champ.

Dorito: Just keep your mouths shut.

Leonardo: But...

Ysuk: Thirty seconds.

Dorito: Out! Tommy: Come on.

Leonardo: No way! I'm not standing outside with him! Someone might see me or something. And do you know what it'd do for my reputation?

Ysuk: Ten, nine...

Dorito: OUT!!

He points at the door, with Tommy and Leonardo grunting as they exit.

Ysuk: ...six, five...

Dorito quickly relaxes, looking into the camera.

Ysuk: ...three, two...

He mouths one, holding up one finger, then throws his arm as he clicks a button on his keyboard, a red light coming on from the side, off-camera. On some television channel somewhere in the midwest area, Dorito comes into view. He sneers, slightly shaking his head from side to side.

Dorito: Jason Aries. You really believe you can beat me tomorrow night on Monday Night Madness at the Tyson Events Center in Sioux City? Fine, think it, dream it, believe it. But don't for one second think you can tell me about what pride is. You can take honor in holding that tag team title, which you've yet to defend. You can take honor in being in this promotion. You can take honor in believing that you can go toe to toe, hold for hold with me in that ring tomorrow night. But so long as you're partnering with that alcoholic Larz, and being happy about doing so, you will never get the respect from me that you may deserve. And know this, tomorrow night will not be a battle of pride, because Larz has none. He has none because he isn't man enough to deal with life without throwing back the bottle. Now I don't know if you drink or what drugs you take, and everyone knows that we're just an hour drive away from the number two county in the nation for biggest drug problem. But I see you the same as Larz. Stick with him and you will become apart of him, and his problems, his habits. You will die inside, crawling and coughing to grab onto someone else to pull you along, to keep you going. And you're trying to grab onto my leg, Aries. Don't pull my leg!

Dorito looks off to the side abruptly, then back at the camera.

Dorito: Battle of pride? I don't think so. Madness will be a warzone. And unlike the US government's war on drugs, I WILL win! For this is a WAR of HONOR! I am REAL! My scars from battles past, those are real! Everyone to have ever faced me knows I have no limit. I have no boundaries. You don't control me! I'm straight-edge, and Jason...that means I'M BETTER THAN YOU!!!

He stares deeply into the camera, crossing his arms to form an X. The ref light goes off.

Ysuk: We're clear.

Dorito uncrosses his arms, still staring into the camera.

Joe: Nice D.

Dorito pulls the mic off, and gets to his feet before walking to the exit.

Dorito: Thanks.

Ysuk: See ya tomorrow.

Dorito walks out of the door, and heads down the staircase to find just Tommy standing there.

Tommy: How'd it go?

Dorito: Go die in a gutter.

Dorito walks past him, and walks off into the parking lot, in the middle of the night. Tommy stands there shaking his head, muttering "dick" under his breath as the scene pulls up to the cover of night, fading to black.