The scene begins today with Dorito appearing at the base of the staircase in the home, just wearing a pair of purple and green slashes-style surf-shorts. His chest is mostly red and a couple of dark bruises, with what looks like teethmark all over the place. A spot just an inch under and an inch over by his belly button seems to have the most damage, as it is swollen. His hair is messed up as he walks toward the dining room, where Christy is sitting at, sipping a cup of hot tea, as she looks over at him.
Christy: Sheesh! What the hell happened to you?
He doesn't answer as he turns toward her, but walks around into the kitchen where he grabs the refrigerator door and pulls it open to reach inside.
Christy: Get attacked by a rabid dog while you were sleeping?
He shuts the door, holding a bottle of water in his hand, in which he unscrews the cap off to raise his arm and down the bottle. She just watches on for a few seconds as he chugs the whole thing, then turns around and tosses the bottle into the sink. He then spins back around into an almost Hurricane-style pose to look at her.
Dorito: I got laid.
As she was taking a sip, she suddenly drops the mug and spits out the tea, coughing, as she gags for air. He smiles as the remainder of the tea spills from the cup out onto the table, spreading everywhere quickly. She continues to cough, incapable of breathing, as he grabs a few napkins from the counter and takes a step toward the table to put them over the spilt tea, to absorb the liquid.
Dorito: And I have to tell you, it was the best night of my life. Sex is better than winning any wrestling title, any day.
Christy manages to stop gagging, having caught most of her breath.
Christy: Hend from the looks of your chest, I'll take it that it was kinda rough.
Dorito: Billeat' dat.
Christy: So, who was the uhh-unlucky...girl?
Dorito: Oh someone you might know. Say, where's Alic'? I gotta tell her the GREAT news.
Christy: Alic'? Oh, uhh, out joggin'. Now uhh, I do hope you used protection, D.
Dorito: Protection?
Christy: Yeah, as in condom.
Dorito: Oh, yeah..went through a whole box.
Christy: So is she still up there? Or did she split while you were sleeping?
Dorito: Oh no, she's sound asleep, while I've been up-all-night!
Christy: Sure. Say, have you talked to Alicia about this sunday?
Dorito: No.
Christy: You probably should. She's turned from undefeated to losing streak, and she hasn't wanted to go out lately at all. She's just been training, and training, and training.
Dorito: I probably should say something. This new fitness challenge she's put on herself is suffocating her mind. Trying to fight the idea by being physically the best, she could overcome odds of losing, which she is just burying herself with. She fought hard to take the cruiserweight title from Mystika, and for her to just come back and take the All Pacific title and be the first to pin her? She's losing it.
Christy: We need to get her mind off of wrestling and onto something else. We should take her out.
Dorito: Hey, I know EXACTLY what she needs!
Christy: Oh? What's that?
Dorito: Sex!
Christy: *gasp* Say, that could work.
Dorito: What?
Christy: Really. But we have to get her to go out, to go to a club or rave, but she hasn't been wanting to lately.
Dorito: Why not just drug her protein shake?
Christy: Are you kidding me?
Dorito: Well, I think she'd notice it in a bottle of water.
Christy: Yeah, a hit of exxstacy, and we'll take her out.
Dorito: And we know just the person to get their hands on that.
Footsteps are heard coming down the stairs from Dorito's room as the front door is heard opening.
Christy & Dorito: Ssshh!
Alicia is seen coming around from the front door, her hair filled with seemingly frozen sweat, as she deeply breathes in and out slowly as Molly comes toward the dining table, wearing some purple surfshorts and a dark green tank top as she walks up beside Dorito, slinging her arm over his shoulder as Christy's jaw drops while Alicia walks past them into the small kitchen and pulls open the refrigerator door, and takes out a bottle of water.
Christy: Oh-my. Don't say...
Dorito smiles as Molly just looks at Christy.
Molly: Say what?
Alicia spins the cap off and throws her head back to down the bottle.
Christy: You? You two had SEX?!
Alicia drops the bottle as she spits the water up and out as she throws her head down, choking, as Molly takes a step away from Dorito, turning toward him to smack him in the back of the head, causing him to take a step forward. Alicia gasps for air while Molly's jaw hangs as Alicia manages to catch her breath and wipes her chin with the back of her gloved-hand. Dorito kinda looks around, smiling, as he turns to look at Molly.
Molly: Why the fuck did you say that to Christy?
Dorito: I...
Molly: We did NOT have sex!
Dorito: But we...
Molly: NO! You're the one who asked me to play truth or dare, and I played. And I won.
Dorito: You won? How? You can't win at truth or dare!
Molly: Yes you can! It's a game, thusly someone has to win. And I did.
Dorito: You can't win.
Molly: Yes I did! And that's all you need to know. Just acknowledge that you lost and be done with it.
Alicia recovers from her choking and looks right at Molly and Dorito.
Alicia: You two had sex?
Christy: And from the way his chest looks, it looks like it was pretty rough.
Dorito: ...
Molly: We did not have sex, got it? All I did was nibble on him a bit and...
Dorito: A bit? You call this a bit?
He points at his chest while Christy takes another sip from her mug.
Molly: Yeah. But aside from that, all I did was give him a blow-job, and even then...
Christy spews the tea in the air, slamming the mug down on the table as she gasps for air while Alicia's jaw hangs.
Molly: ...And even then, he only lasted three seconds.
Dorito: It was my first time!
His jaw hangs as he pauses for two seconds, then resumes speaking as Christy catches her breath.
Dorito: What I mean to say is uhhh, it's never happened to me before. Going that quick I mean.
Alicia: I don't want to hear this.
Dorito: Sure I could masturbate non-stop for three hours, but isn't that supposed to prepare myself for something like this?
Alicia: Why couldn't I have run another two blocks farther and missed this?
Molly: Funny, with Dorito it's three-this, three-that, and he only goes three seconds. I would've expected at least three minutes out of you, but...
Alicia: I don't want to hear any of this. I have to think about Mystika and Sexy Amanda this weekend.
Dorito: Oh! Did you hear about Sexy Amanda having a sex tape out on the net? Pretty steamy hot action.
Molly: Did we watch that last night?
Dorito: Yeah, twice. Alicia, you should call her. You know, make some strategy, perhaps even form a tag team? One way or another, hehehe.
Alicia: What?
Christy: That might actually be not too bad an idea.
Alicia: What? I'm not going to tag with some porn addict.
Alicia looks right at Molly and Dorito, who are looking right back at her, with Christy looking at Molly and Dorito.
Alicia: Bad enough already I live with a couple of 'em. Now please, let me be, I've got to take a shower, then head back to the gym.
Molly: Ah come on, Alic'. It's friday, let's just go hit some club. I got Nicole Richie's cell number a couple of nights ago so we're gonna hit a rave with her and Paris and a few others, if you wanna go.
Dorito: Where'd you meet her at?
Molly: When I went to the spa the other day.
Christy: You went to a spa without me?
Molly: You said you had a headache.
Christy: So we could go to a rave, tonight, with Paris & Nicole?
Molly: Duh. Come on Alicia, let's go. It'll be so awesome if you get out for once. And it's not like you have to fly out or anything this weekend cause the show in San Diego so the arena is minutes from here.
Alicia: Look, I don't want to go, okay? Let me just be, and concentrate on the match, and getting my title back. Dusti's still recovering from the title match she had with Sexy Amanda a couple weeks ago, and it's doubtful she's going to be back in the ring anytime soon. And Dusti and I were so close to getting a shot at the tag team titles, titles that I could have right now, but that didn't happen. Everything has gone wrong this month, and sunday, there will be no tri-facta. I don't care if she's looking to dismember me, because simply as Dorito would put it, I don't have a "member" in the first place.
Dorito: HEY!
Molly: It's true.
Dorito: MOLLY!!
Molly: Three seconds?!
Alicia: Heh. And it took three women to beat me for the All Pac title. I've beaten Mystika one on one once before.
Dorito: I could so go more than three seconds next time.
Molly: Prove it.
Christy: But this isn't one on one, so with more than just two people in the ring, Mystika has an advantage on you, Alic'.
Dorito: Fine, suck my dick again, I bet I can last longer this time.
Molly: No! I'm not goin...
Dorito: I dare you to.
Molly: *exhales deep breath* A'ight, let's go.
Dorito: I knew you couldn't turn down a dare.
Molly grabs Dorito by the wrist and walks off with him, heading back up toward his bedroom, leaving Alicia and Christy's jaws just hanging as they stare at one another. Several moments go by before Alicia shakes her head from side to side.
Alicia: How can I concentrate on a match with all the insanity around here? I have to deal with enough of it at 3WL already! So I'm going to go back to the gym, get in another workout, and finish out with some laps in the pool. And I don't care what Mystika and Amanda have to say, they can't dismember innovation.
Christy: She is such a slut.
They just look at one another as a pair of footsteps are heard coming down the staircase with Molly heard screaming "Three seconds!", and Dorito saying "Give me a third shot!", as the scene fades out.
