The scene begins today in the living room of the home of Special K's Alicia Helmsley, and her brother, former parole, former world champion, Dorito. Molly lays on the couch set against the wall, her head laying on a pillow towards the adjacent wall. Alicia sits on the adjacent couch, sitting on the distant point of the adjacent couch, pointing her back towards the wall of her bedroom. She has her head turned, looking toward the kitchen, to look at Christy as she shuts the frig door, and walks over and hops up to sit on the dining table. She twists the cap off a bottle of water and takes a drink, then sets it down beside her, letting her hands rest on the table.

Molly: Well he's probably off fucking his little girlfriend or whatever.

Alicia: They only left after two hours, maybe, if that. And he's supposed to be doing a ten mile run this afternoon, cause I was going to be nice and just lighten his exercise today to completely cardio so he can have a little bit of a rest before tomorrow.

Christy: I don't know. I still think we should call the police. She could've, ya know, done something to him.

Molly: Fuck the police.

Alicia: I wonder if he even realizes the X we slipped her.

Molly: Sure made her one hyper little fuck.

Christy: And all the drinks she was throwing back, she may have a bigger problem than you do Molly.

Molly: Problem? And what exactly would that be?

Christy: Aside from your sex addiction?

Molly: Hey, I find that very comforting and pleasing, so it's not a problem. Besides, I was gonna have Chris make a movie tomorrow night after the show in Anaheim. I'm thinking of calling it V for Vucking, or Ducks Fuck Together.

Alicia laughs a little as she looks at Molly.

Molly: Well it's just something that popped in my head this afternoon when I woke up. And with there being no hockey going on, and all those hockey fans, I thought, why not make hockey porn?

Christy: Hockey porn?

Alicia: Hahaha.

Molly: Yeah. Millions of people want to see hockey, well, why not do a porn movie centered around hockey? Maybe this cheerleading squad realizes that hockey is the new soccer, so they decide to start cheering at hockey games. Of course that in turn has the flashing opposing teams, and they get distracted and BAM! Knocked the fuck out, and the Ducks score. Then of course the cheerleaders fuck the players, coaches, everyone, and eventually get to some stanley cup game and opposing team has their own cheerleaders. Then end the movie with one big gangbang on the ice.

Christy: Wow. And really, I mean that, wow.

Alicia: Do you have a script for this or something?

Molly: Nah, figured I'd pitch the idea to Dorito and he could write a script for me to give to Chris tomorrow and we'll start on it. Cause Anaheim isn't far from here, and it shouldn't take more than a couple of days given a film crew and some actors. And since WWFW is there, we could just take a couple of the camera guys, ask a few of the wrestlers or something to see if they want a part in the movie. I'll even pitch it to Hitman to see if he wants the WWFW name on it. It'll be great advertising.

Alicia: A wrestling company goes into the porn industry?

Molly: Yeah.

Alicia: Ever heard of XPW?

Molly: Hmmmm...

Alicia: Rob Black? Lizzy Borden?

Molly: Yeah. Hey, think we could get Lizzy to work with us?

Alicia: Well I believe they just got all their charges dropped and are out of jail now.

Molly: Well I don't care, it's my idea, it's a great idea, and my little Hardcore Kid Chris Matthews is going to make the movie, whether he likes it or not, because it will be a huge hit.

Christy: I dunno, I'm still worried for Dorito.

Alicia: So what the hell is going on with this triangle?

Christy: What do you mean?

Alicia: You know what I mean. April breaks up with Dorito, then next thing we know we find you and Dorito going at it in bed, and now Dorito took April to a rave last night, and we haven't seen anything from them since then.

Christy: Not to mention he kissed me.

Molly: Kissed you?

Christy: Yeah, the other night after he got off the phone with April, asking her to go out, he ran up to me and kissed me.

Alicia: So he's cheating on April with you?

Molly: Kissed you how?

Christy: I dunno, on the lips? He hung up the phone, and jumped around really excited, jumped over the couch, then grabbed me and kissed me, then skipped upstairs.

Alicia: Kiss of joy?

Molly: I really don't know.

Christy: Considering I...I...

Alicia: You what?

Christy: After the rave two weeks ago in Las Vegas, when I woke up the next day in bed with Dorito, I had no idea where I was, or who I was with, then I saw it was him. I don't remember much of anything from that monday night. I know when I woke up I wasn't nude, and I like to sleep naked after sex, so I really don't know.

Molly: Maybe the whole pervert thing was a cover for who he really is? Some boring nice guy?

Christy: Perhaps.

Alicia: Nobody could ever be as perverted as he was.

Molly: Ain't that the truth.

Alicia: You think he's ready for Voodoo and Winter tomorrow?

Molly: Good question. He best find himself and get his ass here soon cause he's gonna have to get focused tomorrow. Voodoo is definitely a pushover, and with those muscles, those arms, those trees, I mean legs. And that Princess? Pffh. I bet Voodoo though, imagine him as a goalie.

Christy: Alicia's trying to talk about the match tomorrow, and all you're thinking about is who you can get to play parts for your porno?

Molly: No, not like that. I was just doing both simultaneously.

Christy: So you were thinking about wrstlers to play parts for your porno.

Molly: No, nothing like that. I said what I thought about Voodoo, then asked what you would think of him as a goalie? I mean, look at him, he's big, he's menacing, put him under a mask and infront of a net. He could tear up the ass of some tight little bitch. The monster and the sweet girl. Oooh yeah.

Alicia: Winter is probably the bigger problem in the match though. The speed, the ability, his silence, the cunning, the mystery behind the mask.

Molly: Say, do you think he has the face of a lizard?

Christy: What?

Alicia: Hahaha.

Molly: I dunno, just popped in my head. Maybe he could play the goalie for the opposing team in the stanley cup. He's got the moves, could be like Julie the Cat from Mighty Ducks 2 and 3.

Christy: I'm sure he'll be more prepared for Dorito after tangling with him first hand, and no doubt has learned from mistakes. I guess Dorito just has to hope that work he did to his jaw hasn't healed all the way since last week, and could go back to work on it.

Alicia: Yeah, but then he would have to try to isolate Voodoo away and try to get a tapout of some sort.

Molly: I should see if Hitman could lend me some cash to finance the making of this movie.

Christy: Yeah, like honorable Hitman is going to anty up thousands of dollars to you to make a porno. Right.

Molly: Sure he will. He just needs the right conversation, with the right woman, to show him why it's not only a good idea, but a great idea, and yet an even greater investment opportunity for him. Plus, if we use some of the WWFW contracted wrestlers, it gets them more exposure, plus it makes them more money to go toward their families and such.

The front door suddenly opens up, and in walks Dorito, and all three look over at him as he's wearing a hula shirt and some red and yellow boardshorts, along with a pair of rollerblades which he unstraps and steps out of. He takes the one step up and looks at the three, waving hello.

Alicia: Where the hell have you been?

Dorito: Rollerblading.

Alicia: By yourself?

Dorito: Yeah? Thought I was supposed to be training.

Alicia: Yeah, well good.

Molly: So whatever happened to you two little fuckers last night?

Dorito: Oh, nothing. April said she hated the music and was giving her a pounding headache. So I took her to get some cappuccino, but she passed out in the car so I just took her home.

Christy: That's all you guys did?

Dorito: Pretty much. Talked a little. But I've never seen her before like last night, she was just so hyped up.

Molly: You know, she was pretty cute and tight; say D, you think she'd be maybe interested in making a movie?

Dorito: A movie? I doubt it. Why?

Molly: Oh, nothing. But say, you feel like doing some writing?

Dorito: Not right now. I'm gonna go upstairs and take a long hot shower.

Molly: K, well come back down when you're done and we'll talk for a story idea I have in mind.

Dorito: Alright.

Christy: Are you ready for tomorrow?

Dorito: Anaheim, three way match, falls count anywhere in the building. Voodoo, Winter, the opponents. Princess, Fairley, the mouthpieces, the cheerleaders. I feel strong, I feel good, I feel like a winner. Voodoo is the rhino, Winter is the fox, and I'm the tyranosaurus rex bab-ay! And now if you don't mind, tomorrow is going to be a whole new show, triangles will be broken, and I'm going to go take a shower. I bet I stink of sweat.

He walks past Christy, who seems to inhale air at the time, and he turns his head slightly toward her for a few steps, then looks ahead as he goes up the staircase. She watches him go up, then a few moments later, a door is heard opening, then shutting.

Christy: Hmmm, (whispering to herself) stink of sex is more like it.

Molly: So, I was thinking of doing something in the movie about the Flying V. Maybe something in the movie with five guys on one girl? Or one guy on five girls?

Alicia: So Molly, you're gonna sleep with Hitman to get money for your movie?

Alicia and Molly look at each other, as the scene fades out.