The scene begins today with Alicia standing behind the couch in the middle of the living room, holding a gray cordless phone to her ear, with a big smile on her face.

Alicia: Yes, yes, thank you. Thank you sooo much! ...Yes, I can't wait. Just let me know when I'll be getting started and who I will be debuting against. ...Who would I like to wrestle? ...Hmm, so many options. I really don't know. I mean, I would love to make a name for myself as a singles wrestler, but my brothers made names for themselves by being tag team wrestlers to start. So if I had a tag partner, I think I could make an impact on the division. Tag team gold runs in the family. ...No, I don't have anyone in mind quite just yet. There are some I know I could do great with, but I really wish some of them would just die. Like this skanky biii...anyways, I don't want to get into it. ...Yes, thank you. I look forward to hearing from you again. ...Thanks, bye.

She clicks a button and clinches the phone in her hand, squeezing both hands as she puts an ecstatic grin on her face, over-filled with joy it seems. She drops the phone on the couch and starts jumping up and down over and over, slowly turning to her left each time as she does so.

Alicia: YES! Yes! Yes yes! YESSS!!! HEHEHE, I've...YES!! Ohmigosh, pretty soon I'll be wrestling in front of people on my own. People looking for my abilities, not as some subpar side-show entertainment that has something to do with Dorito. No, I'm not his puppet, hehe, I'm gonna make him MY little bitch. Hehehaha, wait, I've gotta tell him. This is sooo great!

She suddenly stops, pondering about a thought.

Alicia: But where is that baffoon? ..Ooooh yeah, he's out job hunting. Two freaking weeks and that loser still hasn't been able to find a simple job. What an idiot. Even a freaking pimply-faced sixteen year old kid can get a simple job. I'm sure that in a city like Los Angeles with millions of people, there's bound to be one business that is hiring, and needs someone like Dorito. Or even some indy fed around here could use a nationally known wrestler like him. The international name he made of himself by running over his own brother. That reminds me, I've gotta call Matt. He's gonna love the news of me wrestling for 3WL.

She puts her left hand down on the back-frame of the couch and springs over, bouncing on the sofa cushion as the phone bounces up an inch or two before she picks it up. She presses a few numbers, then smiles as she puts the phone to her ear for a few seconds.

Alicia: Hi Ma...

Pausing, she recognizes the tone of voice, and rolls her eyes back for a few seconds, waiting for time to slowly slip past, then she resumes.

Alicia: Hey Matt. Hope you call when you get this, cause I got a job as a wrestler in 3WL women's league! Yes! And will be debuting in ROPE with Dorito next week. Call me.

She pulls the phone away from her ear, clicking a button, then tossing it down. She lays back, looking up at the ceiling for a couple seconds. Then balls her fists and punches them in the air.

Alicia: YES!!

She sits up and bounces on the cushion, and hops to her feet. The door suddenly opens and Alicia looks over her right shoulder to see Dorito walk in through the door, his hair in pigtails with some silver Neo sunglasses on as he wears a Christopher Daniels' "In Daniels We Trust" t-shirt and some white and grey flowered boardshorts.

Alicia: Hey guess what?!

He stops, pausing to sadly look at her with a huge grin on her face.

Alicia: Come on, guess!

Dorito: Ugh, lemme see..3?

Alicia: No! There's now another full-time wrestler living here!

Dorito: What?! You know how I feel about people. Who the hell is he because if I find him going through my por...uh, porridge, then, uh, then..yeah, triangle broken and then I'm picking up those pieces and throwing them at him til he gets out of this house.

Alicia: D, it's not a he.

He pauses for a second, then smiles somewhat for a few seconds, then erases it with a poker-face.

Dorito: Sooo, is she hot?

Alicia: Yeah, I would say so.

Dorito: Good. So is she here?

Alicia: Yeah.

Dorito: Good, cause I don't want to meet her.

He turns to his left and starts to walk toward the staircase, going past Alicia, who has a puzzled look on her face.

Alicia: How's the job search coming along, by the way?

He stops at the base of the stairs, his hands on the walls, and he turns to look over at her.

Dorito: Fine.

Alicia: You know, I doubt anyone is going to hire you looking like that. Why do you have to make such a bad impression on everyone? That's why no one is going to hire you. Oh, and that reminds me, next wednesday night we're going up to Oregon to work a show for Ring Of Pride & Excellence.

Dorito: Pride and Excellence? What kind of a screwed up fed is this? And they're running this in the western hemisphere? Where NO ONE works for pride, but for recognition and credit, and there is no excellence, it's just do a job until it's good enough, and that's more than enough. If you go to Japan, THEN maybe you can find some pride in people, but not America.

Alicia: Perhaps, but isn't it about time that someone brought it back? I believe it's a great idea, and over time, it'll become big.

Dorito: Fine, whatever. I'm going to my room to watch American Wedding.

Alicia: Don't you want to know who you're wrestling?

Dorito: Oh enlighten me with your wisdom oh your majesty.

Alicia: Fine, if you're gonna be all pricky like that, then I'm not telling you.

Dorito: Fine.

Takes a deep breath, then exhales.

Dorito: Sorry. Who am I wrestling?

Alicia: That's better. But I'm still not going to tell you.

Dorito: Whatevah.

He turns back and takes a few steps up the stairs.

Alicia: I talked to mom and dad this morning.

He stops for a second, not wanting to partake in this conversation she's having.

Alicia: I didn't know you were a burger boy in high school.

Immediately he turns as he jumps down the few stairs and takes a few steps toward her.

Dorito: What?!

Alicia: Employee of the Month three times in a row at a McDonald's in your sophmore year in high school, then you up and quit after the third time for no reason?

Dorito: I...I never worked at McDonald's, forget it.

Alicia: Come on, you can tell me. Why did you quit? Why aren't you telling anyone this in your interviews? That is, if you actually were going out job searching and not going to the cyber-cafes, like the one on fourth avenue?

Dorito: Spying on me?

Alicia: What? You can cover your tracks on the internet, but you can't do it in the real world?

Dorito: What you see and hear is only real to you.

Alicia: Good then, just consider your new job as playing The Sims, in real life.

Dorito: New job? What are you talking about? I haven't put in one single appli...gaaa, what?

Alicia: Well, after this little tidbit out, I talked to my friend Dusti, and got you one. So tomorrow night you start.

Dorito: I'm not going.

Alicia: Oh yes you are.

Dorito: No I'm not.

Alicia: Yes, you are. Even if I have to drive you there and hold you by the ear as I drag you into that store.

Dorito: Question, why do I have to get a job? Why does the guy have to, never the girl? Not like it would take you much to make a ton of cash. I here Jenna Jameson used to make two thousand dollars a night by flashing her goodies and dancing on stage for a few minutes a night.

Alicia: I'm not Kylie. And I'm not going to take my clothes off to please you so you can download more porn and jerk off to while I pay for it.

Dorito: I don't mastur...

Alicia: Whatever. Point is, we run out of money next weekend, and by working friday, saturday, and sunday this weekend, it ends their pay-period so you at least have somewhat of an income, otherwise you can say good-bye to your precious internet and go offline next friday morning. So if you want your internet, you have to work this job, or it's nothing. And your wireless go-anywhere-in-the-world account becomes deactivated tomorrow morning so we don't have to pay some thousand dollar bill which we know you won't make in three days.

Dorito: That sucks, that REALLY sucks. Damn you.

Alicia: Don't blame me. It wasn't me who just sat at home after WWCWF went under.

Dorito: Yes you did! All you've been doing is sitting there, watching TV, working out, and going to some rave every weekend. You never got a job.

Alicia: And all you did was sit in your room masturbating everyday.

Dorito: I do not masturbate!

Alicia: Haha, that's funny hearing that coming from a guy's mouth who has never had a girlfriend in his life.

Dorito: Yes I have!

Alicia: You know what you can go do?

Dorito: What?

Alicia: Why don't you go do some exercising, a little work-out, and masturbating is not a workout. Cause you've lost quite a bit of that muscle you packed on last spring and now you're scrawny and fat. Thunder is going to roll over you next wednesday.

Dorito: Thunder? From NCW? I've beaten him.

Alicia: Beaten him, that doesn't mean you can do it now, pudgy. But then I haven't seen him in awhile, so who knows, maybe you'll get lucky. But luck doesn't mean you're the best, which you have to be Mr. "I Couldn't Go Five Minutes With WhirlWind".

He just glares at her, slightly shaking his head side to side for a few seconds, then turns to his left and walks back toward the staircase and walks up the steps. Alicia stands, watching for a few seconds.

Alicia: Enjoy work tomorrow, lil' bro. Dusti and I will stop in tomorrow after her show, and we expect some good service! Mwhahaha...

A door is heard slamming shut at the top of the stairs, then a few seconds later some rumbling as music starts blaring while Alicia chuckles.

Alicia: ...haha, ohmigosh! I gotta call Dusti and tell her about 3WL! She's gonna freak!

She dives back onto the couch and starts fumbling her hands on the floor for a few seconds, snatching the phone. She holds it in front of her as she begins dialing some numbers, then holds it to her face as the scene shortly fades out from there.