The scene is set today within the insides of their car. Alicia is driving, with Dorito sleeping in the back, and Molly sitting in the passenger seat, as they cruise the by-ways of Los Angeles.
Alicia: It's too damn late to be out driving to the airport.
Molly: No kidding. You know what we should do?
Alicia: What?
Molly: From now on, we get our flight departures at like 4 A.M. rather than eleven. Because then we'll be wherever we need to be at this time, and at this time we could be checking into a hotel next to the arena, and getting some sleep.
Alicia: Yeah, and that would be great, but a lot of hotels don't allow anyone to check in until sometime in the afternoon.
Molly: Unless we had folded up benjamins to throw at them like paper airplanes.
Alicia: Yeah, if we had someone in Special K with a lot of money to blow on ourselves.
Molly: Say, CJ's got money.
Alicia: Yeah, but I don't know her all that great and she isn't really into wrestling or anything, so I'd feel guilty taking money from her.
Molly: Well how about we get...um, ask Mercedes to join Special K?
Alicia turns her head, off the road, to look at Molly.
Alicia: Did you take some of that rohypnol before we left because I'd swear I think you...
Molly: The road!
Alicia looks away to that of outside the car, and Alicia sees that they have ventured under that of a semi-truck.
Molly: Get the fuck back over!!
Alicia: I CAN'T!!
Molly: Fucking get over!!
Alicia: That ass behind us before sped up so I CAN'T!
Molly: Just swing back and knock them off the ROAD!
Molly looks out her window, flailing her arms, middle fingers up, as she tries to gain their attention. She doesn't though while Alicia is breathing heavily. The lane on the left opens up as the Bug speeds up to pass the semi. Molly just glances over and points to Alicia's left.
Molly: Go left! Open space!
Alicia kinda looks over, then swings over quickly as a car was speeding up as well. She overshoots the lane a little and swings back to even herself out as the car behind thrusts on the brakes to speed down, but suddenly is turned completely sideways and goes into the barricade as another car from behind is seen wiping out, followed by a bunch more.
Alicia: Oh shit!!
Molly looks back and her eyes go wide-open.
Molly: Oh fucking shit! I'm never riding with you ever again!
Several moments go past as they space out, mellowing out.
Molly: I can't believe he slept through all of this too.
Alicia: What? Oh. He'll sleep through a lot of things. But now we have something to tell him about when he wakes up.
Molly: And CJ and Christy when we meet up with them at the airport, and Kasandra in Kentucky.
Alicia: Say, what was with Christy and Dorito the other night?
Molly: You saw that little slut too?
Alicia: He had his arm around her from the start. And then next thing I know, she's almost laying on him.
Molly: That was so gross!
Alicia: And doesn't it strike you kind of odd that he went to her to talk to her about a crush on someone? And with how Christy's been all cuddly with him the past few days?
Molly: You know, that makes a lot of sense.
Alicia: Because wouldn't he just naturally come to his sister for dating advice? And instead he goes to the sweetheart of Special K, Christy?
Molly: Okay, so if Christy is the sweetheart, then what does that make me?
Alicia: Sexaholic?
Molly: Fuckin' A!
Alicia: You know what, Mercedes and Star just continue to ignore us, day after day. I don't think I've ever heard them ever talk about us once, and it's not that I'm upset for me, but for all of 3WL. The only care it seems is what goes on in their own life, outside of 3WL. And Clash is just something they do to help pay for the bills and get some consumer money. Do the match, the show, without even thinking about what they're doing, and could injure someone so easily. Yet they're concerned about wins. And if they lose, it's instinct to know that it was someone else's fault to explain why they lost, it's just a matter of whodunnit. Because they are so great.
Molly: Okay, but if they were so great, then where are their championship titles?
Alicia: Yes, where indeed?
Molly: Turnoff for airport in a mile.
Alicia: If they were good enough to contend for a title, any title, they would visibly be in contention to all and getting title shots, rather than just telling themselves over and over again that they're better than everyone else. It would be them carrying title belts around, having other women competing against one another, like Sasha and Sexy Amanda will be tonight. They'll be fighting because they care to move up the ladder in this business, where 99% of the time, you have to scratch and claw while climbing on top of somebody else to get ahead, while there are some up the ladder that were handed stuff we haven't even earned yet. There are people handed all of this, and they never recognize it. Why? Because they'll piss it all away on booze, pills, clothes, and shoes just to fill yet another unfilled void in their life. But you know what Mol'?
Molly: What?
Alicia: I think I'm one of those few that are handed great things. But I haven't been handed everything just yet. I may not be handed a win over Mercedes and Star, but I'm just going to take it.
Molly: That'd make for a great promo for you to shoot during the show.
Alicia: Really? Cool. Just wish I had some sort of catchphrase ending.
Alicia switches lanes back and takes the exit toward the airport. Dorito seemingly awakens, yawning.
Dorito: Waka-waka.
Molly seems weird as she looks about before looking in the back seat at Dorito, who is rubbing his eyes.
Molly: Waka-waka? What the fuck is that?
Dorito: Ummm...I was watching some Muppet Show or something before we left.
Alicia: That's a stupid catchphrase. Ending a promo by saying that. Waka-waka.
The scene fades out as they turn into the road to enter the airport.
