The scene begins downstairs in the living room of the house. Alicia and CJ sit on chairs at the end of the kitchen table nearest the living room, while Christy stands leaning against the back of the couch. Molly comes walking down the staircase, a sigh of quit in her face and body motion.

Molly: Pfft, your turn.

She hops over the back of the couch, landing in a laying position, out of site.

Alicia: I'm sick of this. Whatever the hell he's doing up there, and why, when he should be training. Tomorrow is the huge match, and he won't even come out of that fucking room to workout!

CJ: Maybe we should just leave him and go ourselves? If he wants to get fat and fail tomorrow, that's his problem.

The TV suddenly comes to life, channels flip, likely from Molly holding the remote.

Alicia: Then lets just leave him. If he loses and bitches about it, then we can just shut his trap because we tried to get him out.

CJ: I don't think working out is what you need Alic', but do some shopping.

Molly pops her head up over the back of the couch, looking at them.

Molly: Did someone say, shopping?

CJ: Yes. Come on Alic', it's minimal exercise, plus it'll help you forget about your brother, rather than channeling him and going even harder at the gym, which isn't bad either.

Alicia: Okay, so we go shopping, then if I feel like it, then we'll go to the gym afterwards.

CJ: I like it.

Christy: Well I'm going to give it a try.

Alicia: Fine Christy, we'll wait for you.

Christy: Nah, you just go on ahead. I don't feel like shopping, and maybe if I can get him to come out of his room, then it'll make up for me vomiting all over him, I think.

Molly: You're one crazy-ass bitch, ya know?

Christy: Well I'm going up, so I'll see you later.

She turns and heads toward the staircase.

Alicia: Anyone else think this is some trick so she can get us to leave so they can have sex?

Christy is walking up the staircase as Molly, CJ, and Alicia laugh before getting up. Going upstairs, we find Christy near the top of the steps, and gets onto the second floor. She then knocks on the door.

Christy: Dorito, you there?

She pauses, briefly waiting for a response, inwhich none comes. She then knocks on the door.

Christy: Dorito? Come on, it's me, open the door. A few moments pass, not a sound heard. She waits anxiously, looking up, then down at the ground. She then knocks again.

Christy: Dorito..please?

She waits for a few seconds, then looks at the door, shaking her head from side to side. A slight look of anger is displayed on her face.

Christy: Door, today is not going to be your day.

She throws herself at the door, just bumping off with no effect. She grunts, taking a couple steps back, staring straight at the door as she turns her body a little. She then takes a step toward the door and begins to thrust her other leg out and up. But, just then, the door swings open with Dorito stepping in front, and she superkicks him, and he goes down quick. She starts to giggle a little before she tries to talk.

Christy: Oh shit!

She covers her mouth, while Dorito lays on the ground holding his jaw. Christy continues to laugh as she steps forward into his room and drops to her knees beside his chest, and begins to rub his chest, motioning her hand side to side.

Christy: I'm SO sorry!

Laughingly she says that, and proceeds to kiss him on the cheek.

Christy: Come on, get up.

She continues to look down at Dorito, sitting on her knees beside him, smiling as she stares at his seemingly emotionless eyes.

Christy: Hey..what's wrong?

He doesn't say, as he just holds his jaw while taking a glance at her eyes, then back to the previous state.

Christy: Dammit Dorito! Come on! Something is bothering you, I can tell. You're not still hung up about me vomiting all over you in Phoenix, are you?

He slightly shakes his head, not looking at her.

Christy: Hey, what's that?

She notices his face more, seeing dried tears upon his face. He just sniffs, and his eyes begin to water, a tear seeping out from both eyes.

Christy: Hey...you can talk to me.

She just stares down at his face, her smile almost a cute pout now, and she glances over at a picture frame.

Christy: April?

She pauses for a few seconds before realizing something.

Christy: It's been a year now, hasn't it?

A few seconds pass, both just being there in silence, as Christy looks at the floor, then at Dorito, then at the picture frame.

Christy: I remember a year ago, I talked you into coming with us to Las Vegas, without even telling you of WWFW. And do you remember what happened?

She pauses for a second, looking down at him, as he just stares up at the ceiling.

Christy: You got in that tournament, and you won the whole thing. But instead of doing it for wanting to wrestle, you did it out of hate, fear, anger...point is D, you made that cup all about her. Not once did you look at the trophy cup as anything but a title, but rather as a substitute for her. Like people who lose someone, and they get a kitty or puppy who they would have to be responsible for, to help clear their head. And then look what you did, you bitched, moaned, complained, petitioned, blackmailed, anything you could do to Hitman to get him to make your trophy you won into an official title. And you got that. And when you lost it, it was around the same time this whole thing with Larz began. Your happiness for having that title, having "April" as you call it in your sleep. And you do talk in your sleep, D.

He gives her an unknowing look, as if trying to remember something, but can't.

Christy: Don't tell me you don't remember.

He just remains silent, looking at her concerned face, as she looks down, slightly pouting as she's on her knees beside him.

Dorito: I've never slept with you.

Christy: Bullshit! We've slept together like three times!

Dorito just looks at her, not believing her in the least.

Christy: Whatever.

She picks up the picture frame of April, both of them look at it.

Christy: How could SHE do this, all of this, to you? Look at everything you've done in WWFW over the past year. All the grief you've done onto others, as she has done onto you. Though the look on your face when you won the title last week, I know that if I had ever seen the two of you together, that's what your look would have been. Pure euphoria, utter happiness.

She sets the picture frame down on the floor, positioned up while Dorito turns his head to look at it while Christy looks down at him.

Christy: You know, I've got something that could help snap you out of this.

He just lays there in silence, as she flips her hair over to her side as she hovers more over him, putting one arm on the other side of him to have one on each side now.

Christy: Dorito...

She leans her head down over his, hooking his lips with that of her own, while he continues to look to his side at April. She kisses him, extending her tongue, the tip of it grazing the front of Dorito's teeth. He continues to stare at April, while Christy goes in further, putting her tongue into Dorito's mouth while her ample bosoms lower down onto his chest. His eyes slowly close as he starts to kiss her back. The scene pulls over to a zoomed-in shot of April, before fading to black.