The scene begins today with Christy and Dorito sitting on the couch against the wall, and Molly and Alicia sitting on the adjacent sofa.

Molly: Did you hear what that fucking little bleached-blonde cunt said about me?! I say one little thing about how she sucks, and she turns into this heinous bitch!

Christy: She also said you couldn't sing.

Molly: Can't sing? Why?! The only fucking reason people sing is to cover up because their music sucks and they don't have the talent or the hired help to create actual good music for them. Thus you add some lyrics on to any bit of noise and sell what you say.

Christy: She also said you got her style wrong.

Molly: Fucking style?! What style?!

Christy: She's Rap, hip-hop, and R-'N'-B.

Molly: That's all pop! Fuck pop! MTV is pop, but since the beginning of liquid television, there has been no more music on the music channel. It's all fucking pop shows about these bitchy rich celebrities who play it cool while on camera, and are the biggest pricks when off. I hate people like that.

Alicia: She also said you didn't know how to handle beef.

Molly: What kind?

Dorito chuckles, then Christy and Alicia giggle.

Molly: Fine.

Dorito: I thought it was kinda funny how her boyfriend or husband or boy-toy or whatever that Cameron guy got all scared and stuff when she was talking about getting beef.

Christy: Maybe he's gay, because he'd be wanting beef, instead of her.

Molly: I'll go to the fucking supermarket right now and get a pepperoni stick and see how much of the beef she takes.

Christy: She's just into her new music career. She's gone from former world champ, to breaking into the music world.

Molly: So where's her "love" for this business. Instead of trying to go after the top title again to prove to us and everyone else that she's the best, she's quitting to become a puppet.

Dorito: And continually told everyday that she loves it.

Christy: Yeah, but think of how much more money she's making without breaking her back.

Molly: But she sucks!

Alicia: Mol', what she's trying to say is...

Molly: I don't fucking care what she's trying to say! And did you see that interview she did on E!? That was the biggest load of crap I've ever heard, ...how she got started singing, ugh. I mean you're 30 years old, and a month ago you're in a car singing to some song for the first time ever in your life, and you turn off the sound to hear your own voice? That is totally bogus! Cause everyone knows that your voice, what everyone else hears, is different that what you hear in your head.

Dorito: So Wanda's basically right when she heard the original cd of her singing because it is crap.

Molly: Thank you.

Alicia and Christy both look around, at Molly, and at Dorito.

Alicia: What the heck is going on here?

Molly: Whatchu mean?

Christy: You two are like almost finishing each other's sentences.

Alicia: Like you're thinking the same things.

Dorito: You're both nuts.

Molly: Totally.

Christy: Whatever. I wonder if I can get an autographed cd from Wanda.

Molly: No, you're not playing that with me around, and you're not wasting any money on getting one. Remember when you bought that Madonna cd?

Christy: Yeah, the one you threw out the window in traffic?

Molly: It was for your own good.

Christy: I spent sixteen bucks on that!

Molly: Yeah well, money well wasted. Money that you could have spent on say a cd from Juno Reactor, or Power Plant.

Alicia: Electricity is an awesome song.

Molly: And who was the one who knew what it was called?

Alicia: You were.

Molly: Doing jello shots at the bar, then you ask me what the song was, and then you got on the bar and started dancing.

Alicia: It was the first or second time I've done that. I'm not honestly sure.

Molly: Well if you have to go leave for N-Y-C tonight, then we should go hit some clubs!

Alicia: I would, but I can't.

Molly: Ah, come on.

Alicia: I just want to keep focused on my tag team match on Clash.

Dorito: What'd you talk with Dusti about.

Alicia: A few things we'll look for and something to try against. And she showed me this transcript of when she went into the 3WL internet chatroom. A lot of ignorant and stupid fans.

Christy: Maybe that's another reason Wanda's getting out.

Alicia: There's even more stupid fans outside of wrestling, and in that "music world".

Dorito: A few million people agreeing to the lyrics of some song by some prostitute singer while some horrible music usually plays. And the fans believe everything they say, believe their story, if you will. The only difference between sports entertainment and music, is that sports entertainment is said to be fake to the fans, whereas with music, the fans are never told it's fake. This country is turning itself where instead of looking at the future, every little thing has to become entertainment, and expensively paid for. And once again an entertainer is governor of California, and there is work being looked at to change the rule where you have to be a natural born citizen to run for president, just for Ah-nold.

Christy: Didn't they do that in some movie where he was president.

Alicia: Yeah, ummm, Demolition Man.

Christy: Yeah! That was it.

Dorito: This country is crap. It's not even a country anymore, but a police state.

Molly: Alic', just go to New York, and kick Wanda in the throat.

Alicia: Seems like she's spending most of her time with that music stuff she's doing. She's got talent, she has the credibility, so she can bring it. And so can Jordan Divine. She is a lot more real, and has so much talent, so she's going to just bring it all. But Dusti and I are on a roll.

Dorito: Alic', no one is really expecting you and Dusti to go all the way in this tournament and win it all.

Christy turns about and smacks him in the chest.

Christy: Don't say that to her!

She turns back to look at Christy.

Christy: Don't listen to him. We'll be watching, you know that, just liquify their minds.

Molly: Bring me a souvenior. I want one of Wanda's teeth. And if it's a molar, get Jordan to autograph it.

Christy: I wonder why Wanda got into wrestling in the first place, just to get to where she may leave it. Why did you get into wrestling, Alicia?

Alicia: Well, I just kinda fell into it; Matt you know.

Christy: Ah.

Alicia: It was never really something I grew up watching and fantasized about as a child and teenager. Everything just changed, but I was like just ready for it, like, you know. But then going on the road, seeing the other people in the business week after week, getting hounded by fans, I was just ready for it, and it was fun and I found what I kinda had always wanted. And right now I wouldn't trade this up for anything. Professional wrestling is the ultimate business. There's the pure wrestling, the dare-devil gymnastic high-flying, the martial arts, the brawling, the comedy, the drama, action, romance, everything. And to have to perform those qualities on a stage in front of tens, hundreds, thousands, or even millions of people, LIVE, there are no screw-ups or repeats. No second chances. It's one shot. As tomorrow night, Dusti and I only get one shot to make a grand showing against two opponents of talent of Wanda and Jordan. Wanda doesn't get the chance to restart from before she screwed up in some song. And to take on step closer toward gaining the tag team titles, to go along with the All Pacific title, it's purely great.

Christy: Oh my gosh, did you hear what Marie did after Clash last week?

Alicia: You mean how she threw this huge fit in the locker room? Yeah, I heard all the banging and the commotion of people running outside of our locker room. But it's almost understandable. The belt had become a good friend to her, maybe sat in on tea parties a time or two. But I did her a favor, and took it away from her. And in time, she'll get over it, but she needs to move on. To use the talent that she has, and her experience, and go up the ladder. To go after the American title.

Molly: Come on Alic', let's go out tonight. We'll get you to the airport with plenty of time before it leaves.

Alicia: Thanks, but we'll go when I get back.

The scene fades out shortly there-after.