The scene begins tonight with Dorito and Alicia walking down a hallway, dragging their luggage-rollers behind them. Dorito seems to be more in a march as he puts his hand out between two doors, which pop open when he touches it and is already through the doorway. Alicia jogs to keep up.

Alicia: Will you just hold on for one second?

Dorito: No, time is money, and winning is money. And the more time I have, then the more time I have to exercise and get back into top shape. Which means flukes like tonight, don't happen. Got it?

Alicia: Yeah, I understand. But the plane doesn't leave for another three hours so we'll be sitting at the airport for over two hours if you keep this pace up.

Dorito: I don't care. Two hours is thirty minutes more than an hour and a half, which is thirty minutes more to exercise.

Alicia: Don't you think that the people at the airport would be somewhat curious to see someone doing sit-ups and push-ups in the middle of an airport at one in the morning?

Dorito: Curious yes, because they had never thought of doing it themselves. But why would they? Just insignificant beings, living out their lives, oblivious to it all.

He pushes another door open, and walks outside, where there are about fifteen people standing. They pop their heads up, smiling, while Dorito walks with Alicia through them as they walk up.

Fan 1: Hey nice fight tonight, losah!

Fan 2: Yeah, great way to innovate a loss.

Dorito: If I'm such a loser, then what are you guys? Standing outside this building an hour after the show, to make insults?

Fan 3: I want an autograph!

Fans 1 & 2: Us too!

Dorito: Wow, waiting outside for an hour to demand an autograph from a fluke loser? If you want this autograph, then go see Dan Saint about training. Get trained, then in the future, come back and challenge me. If you win, I'll give you an autograph, if you lose, then how can you show anyone an autographed ticket stub if both your arms are broken in three different locations? No autographs.

Dorito begins to walk past them when someone says "Excuse me" from behind. Dorito stops and turns back to stare at her.

Girl: Hey, could you autograph one of my breasts?

Alicia looks at Dorito with his jaw hanging down a bit. She smacks him in the back with an upset look on her face.

Dorito: Oh sure, got twenty bucks?

Girl: Twenty bucks? Forget it.

She turns around and walks off, past the drooling male fans standing around. Alicia, with a puzzled look, looks at Dorito.

Alicia: What..what just happened there?

Dorito: If she really wants me, which of course I know she does, then she'll spend the next seven days thinking about me, despising me. She'll come back to the show next wednesday night, and she won't be able to stop herself from wrapping her legs around me.

Alicia: Yeah, when she gives you a flying headscissors while kicking your butt.

Fan 2: Hey Alicia! You're a wrestler, and you're way hotter than she is, could I have your autograph?

Fan 4: Me too!

Alicia: Sure, anything for a fan. You're the real reason these shows are able to happen.

She goes to take their ticket stub and marker when Dorito grabs her by the hand and begins pulling her away. But she yanks her arm free and goes back to begin signing autographs, a smile on her face, while the scene stays closer to Dorito.

Dorito: Bloody cats and dogs. More like mosquitoes these fans who want anything out of you. Mosquitos want your blood, and don't care if you care or not. Wrestling fans want your autograph, your picture, even your blood, and don't care if you care or not. Next is the 3WL show, then the FWA show. And now I'm involved in some battle royal for a shot at the world title at a pay-per view? Bleh. Ben the Clown, the Verve, Mop Tom, Jeremy Dick, Bald Timmy No'Hair, Ringmasturbator, and Blood...uhh, Stream. Or whatever those guys names are. Lucky that I even memorized their names, but really, it sounds like the owner just went through porno town and started giving conracts out for guys to sign. That or a bunch of second-graders who were sitting around got contracts and just made up these stupid names. But the thing is, this isn't a battle royal at all, as there's only two people really involved in this thing. Me, of course. And you can't have a TV debut without the real "Whole New Show", me. Then there's the other guy, Suicide. The leader of extreme? Fine, he can try and be as extreme as he wants to be. Could even go so extreme that he becomes a she, if he wanted to. But this is all nice and fun, because I've killed extreme. I took a school bus and crushed the Extremely SuperHero between the front of it, and his car. I spent four months in federal penitentiary before I got released to make room for more criminals.

Dorito looks over at Alicia, smiling, as she finishes in signing autographs, shaking hands, and taking pictures. She waves and grabs her luggage and walks back toward Dorito.

Alicia: You didn't get the car?

Dorito: You know I'm not allowed to drive, after Sonic.

Alicia: Yeah, but it's a parking...oooh yeah, nevermind then. I just don't like driving much.

They begin walking together in the parking lot.

Dorito: Well all you have to do is drive to the airport, then until sunday morning, you don't have to drive until we get back to LA from Denver.

Alicia: Oh yeah, that FWA show you're doing. How did you get in contact with them?

Dorito: You did, don't you remember?

Alicia: Not really. I made contact with a lot of feds out there, and just didn't seem to ever see any messages on the machine.

Dorito: It doesn't matter. I looked them up on the net and it's even worse than this place. Have to do some battle royal saturday night and then I go to the pay-per view for world title match.

Alicia: Wait, battle royal? What suddenly gives you confidence in one of those when you have never won one? Neither did Sonic.

Dorito: Considering for training we always did battle royal type practice, just incase. And I look at the roster and it's not much of anything. The only guy who has a chance is Suicide, and when he tries doing something extreme, what's he gonna do? Go to the top rope and do some sort of double twist flip of some sort. But I'll just take him before he jumps, and throw him eight rows into the crowd. Where his face lands in the crotch of some old woman, and she gets either upset and starts bopping him in the head with her purse, or Suicide has rotten fish for dinner. The FWA championship is not my destiny, nor is it really on my to-do list. It's just one of those things that will fall into my hand, kind of like the NCW Womens championship. Remember when I won that?

Alicia: Won that? You were given it for your birthday!

Dorito: Still, I was going to give shots to any woman who wanted one.

Alicia: You're leaving out the detail you made to management where you required all title defenses to be bedroom matches. Remember?

Dorito: Vaguely, but that's not really important. The important thing is, is that I am a former womens champion. So you've got no worries when it comes to 3WL. Sonic held a lightweight title in OCWF, and I was the original New Show champion in NCW. I pinned Sonic defending that title, and the suicidal Bizkit. So when it comes to this cruiserweight thing, you've got our blood to do it. Forget about Angel and Lisa Lopez. I'll distract them on the outside by letting them look down my pants. They'll be focused on me, and then all you have to do is worry about Beth Thomas. And if I can get to talk to her before the show, she'll be too exhausted to wrestle with you, if you know what I mean.

Alicia: Where did we park? You mean too exhausted from kicking your ass all throughout the backstage area and throwing you outside the building?

Dorito: If she likes it rough, hehe, and I'm sure she does. Hey, I'm even going to not shave until we go to Denver, cause I'll be grizzled out and like a north and south pole magnet, we'll be magnetic to one another. She won't be able to stay off of me.

Alicia: That's nice and all, but I'm not looking for an advantage. The winner of this fatal fourway gets to be the number one contender to the cruiserweight championship. And I want to feel like I earned that title shot. So don't try to do anything.

Dorito: Oh alright. But once we land in Chicago, and arrive at that building, every woman will pick up my scent and be attracted to me. No woman can resist my illatino heat ba-bay!

Alicia: Illatino? What the hell does that mean?

Dorito: Just made it up, sounds kinda cool actually. But if Beth wants to lick this triangle clean, then she can do it. She's a grown woman, who likes grizzly guys who don't shower. 3WL just better hope they stay out of Jellystone National Park, otherwise she'd get really turned on by those grizzly bears. Especially the ones who wear ties and a hat, and will just do anything to get your pic-a-nic basket. But when it comes saturday afternoon, her "box" will be so loose that you won't even need to get a freaking basket, just stuff all the food in that.

Alicia: Beth's good. I've seen some footage of her in EWR, and she's got talent. I really haven't wrestled a match on television since, since...NCW? That would be at least a year ago. I just hope everything turns out good, and I have to talk to management about maybe getting Dusti a spot, or even a tryout match. Which reminds me, did you bring your rave clothes?

Dorito: No. Cause I'm not going to lose the bet. Hey there's the car.

They walk to the trunk, Alicia pulling the keys out of her pocket, and she fiddles with the keys and finds the right one and sticks it in the slot. With a twist of the wrist, it opens up. They pick up their luggage carts and put them in the trunk, and Alicia walks to the drivers' door and opens it up as Dorito closes the trunk.

Dorito: Aren't we waiting for Dusti?

Alicia: She's booked in a few places this weekend so she's got those engagements to go to.

Dorito: Oh well. Guess I'll just go to work sunday night and tell her I missed her.

Alicia: If you do that at work, that could be sexual harassment and you'd get fired.

Dorito: Really? Hmmm...

Dorito, with a smile on his face, opens the passenger door. Alicia gives him a weird look, an eyebrow raised, then gets into the car. Dorito gets in as well, both slamming their doors shut. The engine turns and headlights come on, and the car backs into reverse slowly, turning about, then speeds off into the night. The scene then fades out.