The scene begins tonight backstage in the locker room, about fifteen to twenty minutes after Madness went off the air. Dorito sits on the end of a bench, white towel wrapped around the back of his neck and hanging down his arms, his hair soaking wet and a thick red line around the front of his neck. He chugs a bottle of water about halfway while around his feet lay three empty bottles. Alicia, CJ, and Molly are all in the locker room with him, Molly farther back as she seems to be talking to someone in the distant view from the closer scene. Dorito's face seems flushed, the area around his eyes darker than usual.

Alicia: Now you see what I was telling you most of last week? You need to be conditioning. Get into a gym. Start running. Anything.

CJ: Ja, sex is good and all, and actually if you do it enough it is a complete work-out, but...

Dorito: Shutup! Look, I didn't sleep with Christy, I just went to sleep with her.

CJ: Uh-huh, sure.

Alicia: Drop it. Dorito, you used to be an ironman. Remember a couple years ago wrestling three matches on pay-per view pretty much one after the other? Or all the TV shows doing two matches a night? You'd go for an hour or two, now you barely made it to fifteen minutes tonight, barely.

Dorito: I went...

Alicia: You went? Going to do something doesn't cut it. Forget doing the five times a week thing, we're gonna make it seven.

Dorito: Seven?

Alicia: Yes, seven. I would've given you six and let you have some weekday off, but that isn't going to cut it. You HAVE to get into top condition again. Because if you are at your best, practically no one can touch you. We've seen what you can do. I've seen first-hand what you can do to Matt, on more than one occasion. You've beaten Sonic even. Now if you want me to grab my cell and call your cousin and have him take your place, I can do that. I can do it right now, and you can quit. You can quit once again.

Dorito: Shutup Alicia, I'm not quitting. I didn't tonight, and I'm not going to anytime soon. Winter gave me a hell of a fight, and just beat on my ass. And you know what? If it wasn't for time running out on the clock, he would've won. It's visible on the tape I bet, I'm passed out twenty seconds, if even, after the bell rang. You're right, I have to get better, because I was the one who was lucky tonight. I could say I had him when I had him on the ground a minute or two before the bell. Perhaps he submitted, but Fairley pulled the ref out so he couldn't concentrate on Winter. Perhaps I won, but I don't feel like a winner. I feel like the loser, but its through luck that I'm not. I haven't had a fight like that since...you know, I don't even remember. Winter beat the crap out of me, and I don't think he gave it his all.

Alicia: You survived tonight, D, that's all you did. And you got lucky.

Dorito: So that's two things I did.

Alicia: You probably could've worked over his jaw some more before you put that submission on. Even slapping him would've helped. That fascist jawbreaker of yours, it softened it up, but you should've done more to it. One good punch, or even a hard slap, it could've unhinged it, and that submission you did, could've been more effective. Maybe a crossface even. It's like you've forgotten all about psychology in wrestling. Or if you would just stop thinking about Christy, or April...

Dorito: Shutup right now Alic', or I will...

A door is seen opening up, followed by Christy walking in, a smile on her face.

Christy: Hey guys, I've got the scoop from Hitman.

Dorito, Alicia, CJ turn their attention to Christy, for what she has to say.

Christy: Tonight is a draw, no change in that. So both of you advance to next week to fight Voodoo in a triple threat match, rules being falls count anywhere. The one winner there advances to the finals.

Alicia: So now you've got your rematch, of sorts, but with Voodoo added, this should be your match. You thrive on 3's, so your training starts tonight.

Dorito: Tonight?

Alicia: Yes, and you're not deaf.

CJ: Just stupid, boy.

Alicia: So no rave for you, no hundreds, or thousands, of drunk girls wanting to get laid.

Dorito: You know, I don't even care if there are. I've got something to prove for next week, and will try getting the ring rust off and in much better shape by next week. And if I win, I win. If I lose, then I proceed to kick Brett's ass.

Christy: He actually kept quiet about you this week, and tonight. Almost makes me think he's scared of you, D.

Molly walks back to the group, leading Hardcore Kid by the hand.

Molly: Chris is in for the rave tonight.

Alicia: Cool.

HCK: Once again, great match tonight Dorito.

Dorito doesn't even bother to look, as he just rubs his throat, then chugs the rest of the bottle of water.

Molly: We have to find a camera team to film though. We're thinking of calling tonight, get this, Hardcore Burns Arizona, the College Edition.

CJ: Meh.

Just then, the door pops open, and two camera men walk in.

Camera Man 1: Hey guys. Dorito, we're supposed to get a promo with you tonight to send out.

Camera Man 2: If you haven't heard yet, you will be...

Christy: We know already.

Camera Man 2: Okay, so whenever you want to start, just let us know.

Alicia: You wanna do like a zoom in shot, then kinda back out to him?

Camera Man 1: Sure, that works.

The scene switches to that of the first camera's point of view, with a zoomed shot of Dorito's head, looking down, then slowly zooms out as he looks upwards for a couple moments, then puts his head normal, somewhat facing the camera, but off to the distance.

Dorito: Winter, we may have gone to a draw tonight, but you took me to my limit, and truth is, I got lucky. I was lucky to have lasted as long as I did with you tonight. If that time limit was even thirty seconds longer, you would've won. You constricted my air, you cut it out of me, you had it won. But rules are rules, and we went to a draw. Now I'm told that there is a poll on the WWFW site asking fans to vote who they believe is the winner, or if Voodoo should go to the finals. Well, when I go home tonight, I would go to that site and vote for you. But you know what? I'm not going to that site. Why? Because for the next seven days, I'm going to be stretching, exercising, jogging, lifting, curling, swimming, jumping, running, whatever I have to do to get into better shape for next week. I'm told that we are going to be in a triple threat match, falls count anywhere, and the person with the pinfall will advance to the finals. For seven days, you can committ a deadly sin everyday, but in actuality those sins could be you just sitting around and doing nothing. California, here we come, right back where we started from. Like Molly's driving, the pedal will be to the floor, as I'm driving to beat you. But here lays the problem, it's not one on one. The big man, Voodoo, Matt Helmsley's buyout replacement is in this. Boy did you luck out Winter, what is now a triple threat, could have been a handicap match against Radical Breakdown. It's gonna be a party at ringside you could say. Sam Fairley with Winter, Princess with Voodoo, so perhaps I should bring someone, or someones, with me? I could bring Special K out with me, and turn this wrestling match into what will be another rave, perhaps like the one Special K is going to here at the University of Arizona. But it's not going to be a party next week. The viciousness of Voodoo, the cunningness of Winter, and well, I'm going to Break this Triangle Down and win!

Alicia, CJ, Christy, Molly, and HCK walk into the view, as suddenly "Chase" by Giorgio Moroder starts playing. Molly gives Dorito bunny ears from behind, while Christy stands beside him, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek as HCK stands next to the wall and puts his hand on a lightswitch, and begins switching it up and down really quickly, turning the lights on and off repeatedly to give the room a strobe effect.

Alicia: Life's a party, you die when it ends.

HCK: I'm getting hard!...

About everyone turns their head to look at HCK as he pauses for a second or two.

HCK: ...core!

He looks around, noticing all eyes on him.

HCK: What?

Camera Man 2: Cut, that's good. Thanks guys, that was awesome Dorito.

HCK, stops playing with the lights.

Camera Man 1: Lets get going, we got a few more to do still.

Molly: Wait up a second guys.

The camera men go to leave, and Molly grabs HCK by the hand and drags him along as they go to walk out the door with them.

Christy: That girl is horny 24/7.

Dorito: Was she giving me bunny ears?

Alicia: You know it. Now come on CJ, Christy, we've got to get to the rave. This is supposed to be the top party school in the country, so we shouldn't even have to bother starting.

Christy: Cool. You coming D?

Alicia: No, he's not. He's going to go hit the university fitness center and start working out. So lets go.

Alicia and CJ head to the door, with Christy just standing there beside Dorito. They look back at them.

Alicia: You coming?

Christy: In a minute.

Alicia: Whatever.

They walk out, leaving Christy to smirk as Dorito looks up at her.

Dorito: What are you waiting for?

She turns and shoves him back down onto the bench, then cocks her eyebrow for a second and gives him a look, then turns around, whipping her hair about, and walks to the door. She walks out, leaving Dorito to inhale, and run both hands through the front of his hair, and scratches the top of his head while rubbing his eyes, and the scene fades out.