The scene begins today with the front door opening up, somewhat walking-in is Alicia who stands in the doorway, looking back out as she holds the straps of her green and purple splatter-colored gymbag. She holds the door open as Dusti Rose walks in through the doorway and kicks off her shoes before taking a step up into the living room. Alicia shuts the door and kicks her shoes off as well to follow Dusti up, dropping the bag to the ground.

Dusti: Gosh, what a day.

Dorito sits on the couch against the wall, laying his head back towards the corner, as he reads a book.

Alicia: Oh, I know. Five hours at the gym, an hour in the pool, two hours jogging on the beach, then another three hours in the ring? I am totally beat.

Dusti: I just want to crawl into my nice cozy bed and fall asleep.

Alicia: Or slip into a hot spa.

Dusti: That too. But I've got to pack up for the flight to Pittsburgh tonight. Then there's the overnight flight and I'm not too comfortable being on planes at night. I can never get to sleep.

Alicia: I know how you feel. I used to never be able to either for the first year of red-eye flights, but I got used to it and it's just become normal for me.

Dusti: I don't really hate flying, but I don't necessarily like it, even if it was in the afternoon. It's just...you know.

Alicia: Yeah, I understand.

Dorito: (speaking up) You know, I am trying to read over here.

They look over, surprised.

Alicia: What do you think you're doing? Reading a book? Have you gone mad?

Dorito sits up, closing the book as he looks over at them.

Dorito: Gone mad from reading a book? Yeeeah, right.

Dusti: Him not wrestling is gonna send him to a funny farm, without any of the stuff that makes a farm, a farm.

Alicia: Totally. What has been up with you D? You've been spending far less time on your computer, and much more time down here, watching television, and now reading a book? What's going on?

Dorito: Nothing is going on. I'm perfectly fine. I'm just reading the new Michael Moore book.

Dusti: As in you actually went out and bought it at a store with actual money? And not something like downloading it and reading cliff-notes?

Dorito: No, I ordered the book online. I mean, come on! It's by Michael Moore! And there's a huge agenda with the Bush administration in here! Like how in the few days after 9/11 when all airports in the country were closed down, the only people that could fly were the ones whose last name were Bin Laden. And Bush allowed this because the Saudis were flying them out of the country, and of course GW doesn't want to let huge investors of his oil companies and Cheney's company Halliburton just get beat up by regular Americans, simply because of their relation to Osama.

Alicia: And like didn't you already know that?

Dorito: Yeah, but this is actual physical proof that I can put in the faces of disbelievers and if they want to continue and say I'm wrong, well, all of the resources are right there for them to go look up themselves. Of course they're too darn lazy to.

Dusti: Now look who's talking.

Alicia giggles.

Dorito: And isn't the video tape from last friday physical proof that you were too lazy to kickout of that 'schoolgirl' from Marie?

Dusti: Shut it.

Dorito: What? I'm just sayin...

Dusti: She's good. Marie is really good. I made a mistake and she definitely capitalized upon it. A loss is a loss, even if it was my debut. I can handle it. Losing is just a reminder to me that I am not the best. That I still have much to work on and improve. I am not perfect, and losing defines that. I have watched the match aplenty of times this week, and have taken several notes and have learned from my mistake, which I shall not repeat tomorrow night when we tag up and wrestle Marie and Angel.

Alicia: The first time I have tagged with Dusti in a match, and it will be the first time Marie tags with Angel in a match, so there is plenty of work to be done. Yet I think since we have known one another longer, we may have an advantage, yet, they have been wrestling in the spotlight even longer so they have an advantage there. It should be a pretty good match. Seeing how Marie is the best champ going, and Angel is Trish Stratus' sister, who was the first cruiserweight champion.

Dorito: I also did a little looking up and it seems that this vivacious Marie Dupree also competed in the tag league last year, but lost in the first round.

Dusti: And about losing, how about you losing that world title you won, on your very first defense, which was also your next match after winning it?

Dorito: Don't even bother tossing priceless garbage like that at me. You really believe Pain Express beat me? After everything that I have been through in the past three years to that point, you think he beat me? Shows how much you've learned in this business. Or how much you know about this family.

Dusti looks over at Alicia, who just shrugs her shoulders.

Dusti: Anyways, we also have to keep in mind that this is a tag league match, not a regular tag team match. So we have triple to prove here. To prove to both Marie, prove to everyone else involved in this tournament, and to prove to the tag team champions.

Alicia: We've got what it takes to be great tag team champions. It's in my blood. It's in Dorito's blood. It was in Sonic's blood. It was in Matt's blood. I am surrounded by tag team champions.

Dorito: You know, I can call someone up who is very, very proliferate with tag team gold. And womens gold as well.

Alicia: NO! You're not calling thattt...that...that thing!

Dorito: But...

Alicia: NEVER!!

Dorito: Okay, alright, whatevah. I just thought that...

Alicia: No, don't think! You think too damn much already. Dusti, help yourself to anything in the fridge if you want, I'm going to go get packed.

Alicia walks slightly to the right, coming to a closed door where she grabs the knob, twisting it and pushing it open. There she walks into the room as Dusti watches her walk away, then looks back at Dorito. She takes a few steps forward, walking to the couch in the middle of the room, sitting down on the arm of it as she looks at him.

Dusti: So you're not coming with us, eh?

Dorito: Nah. Apparently they don't like me wandering the halls. Amazing how there were camera men everywhere when I was wrestling, but now I walk around backstage at a 3WL show and no one follows me. It's nice, yet, it's not. Cause then I knew I could stir up some trouble just to please myself with thousands watching, and now if I do it, there's no use to rant about it later cause no one knows about it.

Dusti: So Dorito is an exhibitionist, eh?

Dorito: Yeah, I guess you can say that.

He flashes a smile for two seconds, then removes it.

Dusti: (sarcastic tone) Gee, and I always took you as the voyeurist-type. The kind that would only watch for themselves, not to get off on doing things before others. But so this would make you a bit more unpredictable, because you could do or say something whenever, yet it would make you more predictable because people would know you would do or say something.

Dorito: What can I say? I like to play with myself.

Dusti smirks, laughing, as Dorito catches what he just said.

Dorito: Wait, no, I don't mean it like that. I don't mean play with myself as in 'playing with myself', I mean it as 'play with myself'. Like when I dropped the world title to Pain Express in march, I was playing with myself.

Dusti: I see. A big fat three-hundred pound sweaty man laying on top of you, and all you were doing was "playing with yourself"? ALIC'E!!

Alicia comes jogging out of her room and stops to look at the both of them, as she runs her fingers through her hair.

Alicia: What?

Dusti: Dorito here was telling me that he likes to play with himself.

Dorito: No, what I meant was...

Alicia: That's it? I already know he does that, that's why I have him wash his own clothes.

She turns back and walks into her room once again, Dusti looking back at Dorito.

Dusti: From what I hear, you uhh, well, you masturbate at least five times a day.

Dorito: What? She's lying!

Dusti: I never said it was a woman that told me, or anyone in specific. But seriously, you need to, like, go to sexaholics anonymous or somethin'.

Dorito: Or another way to fix the problem would be to just get a partner, or several partners, which would thusly satisfy my giant appetite.

Dusti: AH-HA!! So it IS true!!

Dorito gasps, covering his mouth for several seconds, then raises an eyebrow and uncovers his mouth.

Dorito: You know, Dusti, dear, Alic' will be in there for a few minutes. So how 'bout we go upstairs to my room. Ya know, wink-wink, nudge-nudge, poke-poke.

Dusti: You're sick!

Dorito: Just gotta crave the wave, babe.

Dusti: Ten seconds is hardly a wave.

Dorito: Who said I could only go ten seconds?

Dusti: Nobody actually, because there has never been anybody.

Dorito: I think I could certainly go more than ten seconds.

Dusti: D, with me, you couldn't last me taking my shirt off.

Dorito: One way to find out.

She just stares at him for several quiet seconds, with him staring back.

Dusti: No. Not a chance.

Dorito: What if I told you that with me in bed, we can go to the "Xtreme"?

Dusti: Yeah, right! Whatever! What is your definition of "Xtreme" anyways? Seems like that little prissy doll Marie's is actually just having a jolly good ol' time by shopping for thongs, sipping tea and throwing pies. That is her seemingly defined sense of Xtreme, and being engaged to Mr. Xtreme himself, Jeff Hardy. What a fluke he was. Blows more spots than some blow-dryer blows hair.

Dorito: I could take him.

Alicia walks out of her room, shutting the door behind her as she wheels some luggage behind her. She sets it near the step and looks over at the two of them.

Alicia: Hey Dusti, I'm ready.

Dusti: K.

Alicia: I'm not really looking to being in Pittsburg. I mean, we're in Toronto last week, the city where I grew up, and I'm on the show for like five seconds. Then we have to go to Pittsburgh?

Dusti: Don't worry.

Alicia: Still, it's the Quaker state. Trying to find some raves is going to be a bit of hard work.

Dusti: That's what saturday's for. Besides, we won't have time to rave in Steel Town because our return flight is saturday at one A.M.

Alicia: Oh yeah, forgot about that. But just think, in two days we'll be back here, and will be in the second round of the tag league tournament.

Dusti: Still, Marie and Angel...

Alicia: Forget about them. I've beaten Angel before, I did that in my debut. Now as far as Marie goes, well, poor imitation is not "Xtreme".

Dusti: We don't imitate..we innovate. And we'll see just how "Xtreme" she thinks she is when she has to face suicide.

Dorito: So, have you two come up with a tag team name yet?

Alicia: Umm, we're working on that. I was thinking about, get this, Crave.

Dorito: Crave?

Alicia: Totally.

Dusti: I was thinking of The Suicidals. Maybe end that with a 'Z' or something.

Alicia: Or could try a 'C', it's different. Also, I've got this killer promo wrote up about Xtreme and Rave.

Dusti: Yeah, it really is.

Dorito: Let's hear it.

Alicia: Sorry, can't. Gotta go to Dusti's so she can gather her things so we can catch our flight. Maybe some other time.

Dorito: What? You mean I have to wait?

Dusti: Go back to reading your little book. At least take in the knowledge that you can read and Marie looks through nursery rhymes for the pictures.

Alicia grabs her luggage, walking down the step and slipping her shoes back on, before opening the door. Dusti turns and walks down the step, putting her shoes back on as Alicia walks out the door.

Dorito: Dusti?

Dusti: Yeah?

Dorito: Call me?

Dusti: You wish.

Dorito: Come on, it like, uhh, shatters my heart or something to have an hour go by where I like, ya know, don't hear your voice or whatevah.

She looks back at him as she grabs hold of the door-handle.

Dusti: Whatever.

She turns away and walks out the door, shutting it behind her.

Dorito: Bye. Oh well, she wants me.

He suddenly sticks his hand up, a Grimace puppet on his hand, looking back at Dorito, with Dorito looking up at Grimace.

Dorito: (High-pitched squeaky voice) Yes Dorito, I think that's right.

Dorito: (Normal voice) Shutup. Loser.

He uses the Grimace puppet to pick up the book, and goes back to continue reading while the screen fades out.