The scene begins in the living room, where Alicia and Christy are sitting at the kitchen table. A couple bottles of water lay within arm reach, their faces seemingly glowing with their hair wet of sweat. Alicia grabs her bottle, tossing her head back for a drink, neverminding the few drops that flow down her chin and drip onto her light blue jogging suit. Christy is wearing a hunter green sweatsuit.

Christy: She's been in the shower for like twenty minutes now!

Alicia puts her water back down on the table.

Alicia: She always takes that long, you know.

Christy: And all this sweat from our run is just gonna dry and stick to me.

Alicia: But you know that so long as you keep the suit on, it'll stay heated and won't dry so easily.

Christy: Yeah, I know.

Christy grabs her bottle, taking a drink before setting it back down.

Christy: Though I can't wait until we go to Las Vegas again, do some gambling.

Alicia: I know, but just think, in a few days we'll be in Phoenix. And we can so join with a college party for a hell of a rave.

Christy: Yeah, that'll be fun. What about D?

Alciia: What about him? He never wants to join, and...

Just then Dorito walks in on the scene, having come down the staircase and walks around into the kitchen.

Dorito: And what?

Alicia unexpectedly pauses as she looks over at Dorito, then back at Christy who is looking at Dorito.

Alicia: You won't want to join us in going out after the show in Phoenix.

Dorito: Why wouldn't I? It'll be time to celebrate my regaining of the Ironman title.

Christy: You're that sure of yourself of defeating him?

Looking at Christy, Dorito smiles.

Dorito: I'm so sure of myself, and Chris, that if Larz is putting up the world title at the anniversary show, that I will put the Ironman title on the line in the same match.

Alicia: So if Larz or Jason pin you, they win the Ironman title.

Dorito: Yeah, but it's not going to happen.

Christy: So if Chris pins Larz...

Dorito: Then we'll have all the gold. You have no idea how excited I am that this is finally happening. That asshole stole my title shot four months ago, and not once did he ever offer me a shot at what is rightfully mine. Lonewolf had to cheat to beat me, with the ref never seeing it, then he had to get counted out to retain. Z-Bone wins the title, never gives me the shot I deserve, considering I pinned him only a month before in his own hometown. And now that we're in Phoenix, not too far from here, it's like being in the neighbor's backyard.

Christy: But what about Matt?

Dorito: What about him?

Alicia: You know he's going to make sure you don't win it.

Dorito: Pfft, Matt won't interfere.

Alicia: D, realize who he is. We BOTH know him better than that Val girl he's been hanging around with. Here she is, a few months ago the big skank of that nice guy Z-Bone...

Dorito: Nice guy? Did you not hear just one thing I said? He never gave me a title shot!

Christy: So say somehow you do win the title, you're going to the rave afterwards with me..err, us? I mean...

Christy sorta blushes as she glances down at the table, then over at Alicia who is looking right at her. They then look back at Dorito.

Dorito: Whatever I do is whatever I do. I don't need some sort of drink to enjoy myself and "party" like you people do. Or like Larz and Darrick...gaa, I can't wait for the next week and a half to go by before I get my hands on Larz and finish him off once and for all.

Alicia: And when Matt interferes and costs you the title, what will you do then?

Dorito: He's not going to interfere. I'm going to talk to him before the show, and make sure of it.

Alicia: Sure. But when you're hating yourself after the show for Matt interfering, you know you're not going to want to come with us.

Dorito: Look sis, I'm going to take care of it. Me and Zar, I can beat him myself. I regain what's mine, and I will put you on the line if it means me getting it back.

Christy: Zar? That's his real name?

Dorito: Who knows, who cares? I'll call him Zippy for all I care and he'll like it, whether he likes it or he...loves it.

Molly comes walking out of the bedroom, a towel in her hand as she's drying her hair with it. Christy pops out of her chair and goes for the door as Alicia is getting up out of her chair. Molly jumps out of the way as Christy darts into the bedroom and shuts the door behind her, while Molly looks behind, then turns and walks over to plop down on the couch, just wearing a pair of scooby doo pajama pants and a Reese's tee shirt. Alicia sits back down in her chair as Molly turns on the television to the Food Network.

Dorito: Just think, only a few days, and everything comes back together. My Ironman title...schedule an appointment to get the belt buffed after I win it. I want it sparkling in Vegas. And those beer companies are going to love me so when I send them thousands of grown men, women, and children to drinking when Chris and I DESTROY the Iced Phenoms. They'll consume their drinks by the gallons. And I don't give a damn if any of them hate me for it because I don't need some kind of poison to take away my fears and depression. I don't need pills to rid my anger. I don't need to smoke a bowl of anything to be calm. Because I'm simply better than them. The reality of the Wired and the reality of the Real are one in the same, as it is the one constant. Those who love me will continue the fight as they are prejudiced against by those of this intoxicated society. And I'm not going to stand around here for much longer while you talk about your raves and your clubs and your drugs. Straightedge just isn't a way of life, it IS life! And if living is too much to handle, then I just hope everyone fucking dies!

He exhales as he walks out of the kitchen, going around the corner toward the staircase. Alicia just shrugs her shoulders and takes another drink of her water as she gets to her feet out of the chair.

Alicia: Did you use up all the hot water again?

Molly: Nah, I stopped when it started getting down to warm.

Alicia: Screw this, I don't want to take a cold shower.

Alicia walks toward her bedroom, taking off her sweatshirt to reveal a sportsbra from behind as she opens the door and goes inside, shutting the door behind her. The scene then watches the door for a few seconds, then fades out.