The scene is set today with Dorito and Alicia standing in the living room, a tape of the recent Clash is playing on the television set, as they argue with one another.

Alicia: Why the hell weren't you even out there? You're supposed to be my manager, and you're not even out there?

Dorito: Oh, so the great and almighty Alicia needs MY help because her tag team partner wasn't much of a team member? Or is it because you got so arrogant that Amanda ditched you?

Alicia: Or maybe she just sucks. Maybe Dusti had been taking some rohypnol to get her ass kicked like how Amanda did. Or maybe, just maybe, Amanda's turned into a freaking sock puppet over the break. I carried this team.

Dorito: Carried it to a crushing loss.

Alicia: Screw you.

Dorito: You know, aside from Dismember in December, you've been on quite a bit of a losing streak recently.

Alicia: Shutup. Where the hell were you friday? What was so important to keep you from being at ringside for ten minutes?

Dorito: I was cutting and slashing deals in the back, sis. Check this out for starters, should Marie Dupree win the world title this friday, YOU will get the first shot at her.

Alicia: And that's a done deal?

Dorito: Wellll, not exactly, but I'm working on it.

Alicia: So you've got nothing for me?

Dorito: Well, there may also be a t-shirt in the works, but you need a catchphrase. Or a sign or something to market you.

Alicia: Screw that.

Dorito: That's what I thought you'd say, plus this isn't NCW, so the market isn't as wide. Simply because how many guys would want to wear a woman's t-shirt to school or around town? And if it isn't something designer, girls won't wear it.

Alicia: So you weren't there at ringside, because you were in the back probably jacking off?

The front door opens up, in-walking Molly and Christy, along with some mega-cute brunette; the three of them carrying gym bags and wearing some sweat-suits.

Alicia: You have one week left to get an actual job.

Dorito: Sis, I've already got a job. I'm your manager.

Alicia: Not anymore. You're fired!

Dorito: What?!

Molly, Christy, and the other woman just kinda stand there watching, but Christy taps on their shoulder and pulls them aside to walk into Alicia's room to leave them be. Molly whispers to Christy, as they follow Christy out of the living room.

Alicia: You're fired, D. I don't want to be paying you as my manager if you're not going to be a manager. You're just mooching off of me.

Dorito: I'm a damn good manager. Look at these deals I'm cutting you. And who managed Sonic to his first tag team title? His first television title? Me!

Alicia: Manage? You were a freaking comedy act by the entrance way, nowhere near the ring usuaully. You've got one week to find an actual job, if you want to keep living here.

Dorito: Find a job? Well I'm sure if I got some damn newspaper I'll find hundreds of jobs in the classifieds! Or how 'bout I just go look online? Find thousands there!

Alicia: You have to get hired as well.

Dorito: Well..hmm...

Alicia: You might as well just start packing your things and get them put into storage, cause in a few days, you'll be living on the streets.

Dorito: Screw you Alicia.

He looks at her as he walks past, and begins heading toward the staircase to lead up to his room. She just stares straight ahead for a few moments, before lowering her head to the right a little to look at the television set, watching Kasandra Krescent take Mystika off the top turnbuckle with a hurricanrana for the three count.

Alicia: The new girl's got talent, beating Mystika on the first try, but so did I.

The door to Dorito's room is heard slamming, and the three women creep out of Alicia's room, looking over at Alicia.

Molly: Hey.

Alicia turns around, to look at them.

Christy: Hey Alic', this is CJ.

CJ: Hi Alicia.

Molly: So what was all of that yelling about?

Alicia: Hi CJ. I fired Dorito as my manager.

Christy: Good for you. You don't need some twerp running around and pretending to be doing something when they in reality are not.

Molly: Come on Alic', let's go out tonight. Tomorrow you've got that match with that overweight Mandy slok.

Alicia: Slok?

Christy: It's a word we heard CJ using, she's so ahead of everyone on slang and new buzz words, people think you're just making words up.

Alicia: So what does slok mean?

CJ: Ya know, like bitch, skank, cunt, along those lines.

Alicia: I see. So are you a wrestler or what?

CJ: Wrestler? Ha! No. Wrestling is soooo crite. So is this rave happening tonight Molly?

Molly: Yeah. Say Alic', you wanna go out tonight? Or are you going to be doing some more final second stuff for 3WL tomorrow with some useless crap for your match?

Alicia: I'll go.

Molly: Now I know you probably don't want to go, again, but I'm just being kind and sweet like I always am...

Molly suddenly looks at Christy funny, and pats Christy on her shoulder.

Molly: ...and you've got some dandruff Christy.

Molly turns back toward Alicia as Christy and CJ look at Christy's shoulder.

Molly: But come on Alicia, just for one time, don't be like your lame brother and not get out of the house. Cause we both know he's upstairs playing on his little computer thing.

Alicia: Molly..I said, I'll go.

Molly's jaw almost drops as she freezes for a second, then jumps and claps her hands, full of glee with a huge smile on her facce.

Molly: Fuckin' A, babe!

Christy: Sweet! I'll get on the phone with everyone and tell them we're making the rounds tonight. Alicia, you're gonna be too fucked up to even go to that show tomorrow. Where is it anyways?

Alicia: Nashville.

Molly: As in country music Nashville?

Christy: In the country?

CJ: With farm animals? And hicks?

Molly: And imbreeders?

All: EWWWW!!

Alicia: That's the Nashville.

Molly: Fuck the show, don't go. Think about your hair. And the smell, my gosh, the smell. I don't think even you have enough money for mist to clear up the place.

Alicia: Well if I'm too screwed up to go, then I guess I'll never make it to the airport, now will I?

The girls all laugh for a bit, before coming to their senses.

Alicia: This will be a great night out.

Molly: I think it's time we get changed. Cause tonight, we bring on the smoke.

Christy: Turn up the lights.

CJ: Can you feel the energy?

Alicia: Prepare to lose your mind. To lose control.

ALL: Are - You - Ready?

The girls start dancing as they begin to file into Alicia's room, as the scene begins to fade out, but with multiple colors seemingly strobing on your video screen. But from there, it suddenly switches to a view inside Dorito's darkened room, strobe effect gone, with the only light in the room being that from the streaming matrix-code screensaver on the trisync computer monitor. Dorito seems to be sitting on a knee on his bed, talking on a phone.

Dorito: Yeah, that sounds real good. ...Oh no, thank you.

He clicks a button, a smirk on his face, and he begins to laugh manically as he drops to lay down on his bed, the screen fading out to nothing, but the chilling sound of his uncontrollable laughter.