The scene begins tonight backstage not long after Madness has gone off the air. Inside the locker room are Alicia, Christy, Dorito, and Hardcore Kid. HCK is dressed in his regular clothes, Alicia and Christy are as well, and Dorito is still in his wrestling gear, covered in sweat, and drinking from a bottle of water, as he sits on the bench.

HCK: That was awesome man.

Dorito: Thanks.

He takes another drink of water.

Alicia: I am so happy for you Dorito, for us. Because of all the work and effort you put in working out, exercising, going to the gym, everything, you were able to weaken your weaknesses, and strengthen your strengths. And because of that, it gave you the stamina to go tonight, and take all that punishment.

Dorito: It certainly helped a lot, that I believe.

Alicia: And because of your win, I've decided to not go start a rave or anything tonight.

Christy: We're not?

Alicia: Nope.

HCK: Does that mean I don't get to make my movie tonight that Molly was telling me about?

Alicia: Not necessarily.

HCK: Whooo.

Alicia: She's trying to screw Hitman right now into getting the money and camera crew for a couple of nights.

HCK: SHE'S WHAT?!!

He jumps toward the door, yanking it open, and begins racing down the hallway. A shout of "Watch it!" is heard before the door closes itself.

Alicia: I wonder what got into him.

Christy: He's got a hard on for Molly.

Dorito: So no rave huh?

Alicia: Nope. Because tonight we begin your training.

Dorito: What?

Alicia: You heard me. We start your training for the Ironman match next week with Sean Harrison. And from what I've heard, his girlfriend or wife or something is in the hospital with a brain tumor, and she's in near critical condition.

Christy: You would think they would've done something about something like that months, or years ago.

Alicia: Well sometimes things like that are never caught. And so I heard from one of the crew guys tonight that he was going to take all of his anger and frustration and hate out on Chris, which was pretty obvious seeing how short that match went compared to the rest of the show.

Dorito: Kid put up a decent fight for a beating like that.

Alicia: Well, just because Chris got his ass kicked tonight doesn't mean you're clear of Sean's anger. And you of all people should know when something happens that you never expected, how it turns your world upside down and yourself inside out. Matt had to feel your rage, now you'll have to endure Sean's, should he release it next week in Philly.

Dorito: That rage could be means for me to gain falls in the match as well. And as far as I can recall, the last time he lost a match, I was there at the show, talking to ummm, what was his name?

Alicia: I don't remember.

Dorito: No matter. Hmmm, maybe Hitman or someone else will know, so I can try getting in touch with him, perhaps bring him into WWFW. The guy had world of talent in him. And to think, it could be the very night he comes to WWFW, that Sean is wrestling for a title, and he loses the opportunity again. It'll be like a perfect circle.

Christy: For once a circle and not a triangle?

Dorito: Yes, from point A to point B is a line, err..segment. You can't back over your tracks, cause it would still look like a line. So if you bend that line, curve it, you can see it better. Follow that same bend back or something, and you get a circle.

Alicia: Couldn't you also get an oval?

Dorito: Who draws an oval? Honestly, who? You could, but I'm sticking to circle.

Christy: But if this whole thing is involving you, Sean, and that other guy, then would't that be three? Which would be a triangle, correct?

Dorito: Yeah, but that's not the point I'm trying to make.

Christy: So what point would that be?

Dorito: I don't know. Forget about it. I won tonight, getting my first pinfall in not only WWFW, but quite sometime.

Alicia: How in the world do you go from the first round to the finals of a tournament with only getting one pinfall?

Dorito: Beats me, but now that all the momentum is in my swing, it's gonna be time to jump soon. Trying to pull back as much as I can, so I can push that much farther. I have to do all the training I did this past week again, but add more to it. How long did I go tonight? Thirty minutes? More?

Christy: I don't know.

Dorito: Well next week its thirty minutes, ironman match, most falls in the time limit gains victory. And it was three years ago in NCW that I was the Ironman. Two matches, three matches, running thirty minutes to an hour apiece, all against different opponents, all on one show. Defending multiple titles at one time, successfully over and over, while looking for that culminating home run by gaining the world title. Yet I was always contentiously overlooked by the world champion. Perhaps out of protection for his title, or some inane reason, but I always felt ready for the opportunity. And now, in a little under seven days from now, as the seconds, minutes, and hours tick away on everyone's clock, the countdown to the time of that match gets a little bit closer. And for every second, that's two more sit-ups I will do. For every two seconds, that's three push-ups I will do.

Alicia: Good, good. I hope Michelle gets better, for Sean's sake, and for your sake as well. And well, you know how much it costs for our clothes and accessories. It's not cheap, and you don't make any money laid out in a hospital bed.

Christy: I still say that was awesome how you grabbed Voodoo and took him threw the table with the BreakWave.

Dorito: He gave me a beating, but I was the one getting his arm raised. Still, I think I have some gratitude to pay to Dan for allowing that to happen, but if it wasn't for Princess earlier, that probably never would have happened. So if Voodoo is to be upset at anyone, it's Princess. Matt's replacement fell to my hands, and I was good enough to put him away. Luck be on my side that Winter was laid out on the outside.

Alicia: You do know that three matches with Winter, you have yet to beat him, so he is going to want a rematch sometime.

Dorito: But that sometime isn't next monday, so I can stop thinking about him for now, but I know sooner or later, he'll ask for that match, an epic encounter, and I'll look forward to it. And if Winter is looking for Matt's title, then they're both in for a heck of a fight.

Christy: I've got an idea on how you can handle the ironman match next week.

Dorito: Yeah?

Christy: How about not worrying about pinning Sean as many times as you can.

Alicia: What do you mean?

Christy: I mean don't worry about pinning Sean two or three times. Wear him down, run him out of gas, then you could do it a couple times late in the match. Take him down two to none. If you work him and slow him down, he'll frustrate and make the mistake all on his own. You showed tonight you could go for thirty minutes plus, so next week you can just slow him down.

Dorito: So you want me to change up my handle in order to slow him down?

Christy: Yeah.

Alicia: I could talk to PWG officials and see about getting some training and doing exhibition thirty minute matches this week to see how it works out.

Dorito: Couldn't hurt.

The door pops open with Molly bursting in, throwing her arms up.

Molly: Damn that Hitman! Who does he think he is?

Christy: I guess he wouldn't give you the money.

Molly: No! I even offered him the part as team owner, and turned me down cause he didn't want to hurt his wife. What kind of man turns down sex with hot women? And would get paid for it? Screw Hitman, I've got another idea for someone who has cash.

Alicia: And who would that be?

Molly: Well, your ex for one, Alic'.

Alicia's face just seems blank, her face empty of emotion and thought.

Dorito: You could try asking Dan Saint, since he seems to have a suplus of cash. And he seems like the saavy business-type, so I'm sure he wouldn't mind making a few bucks.

Molly: I heard a rumor that Sam Fairley guy likes me, you think he has some cash?

Christy: A sleazy manager like that? If he's a penny pincher, I bet he does, but I doubt he'd invest. Otherwise, I doubt it. He seems too small time to have even a few thousand bucks saved.

Dorito: You could always just wait until we go to Canada or Minnesota and shoot there. There's always leagues going on, summer or winter, and this way you wouldn't have to deal with NHL contracts of using team licenses.

Molly: But I liked the Flying V concept.

Dorito: You could always just rip it off. Everything nowadays is a copy or clone of something else, only modified in some fashion. Look at it, television shows, comic books, old movies, all being made into updated movies. Old songs being redone by new artists, and called their own work. How many people have gone around calling themself a legend in this business?

Christy: Ummm...

Dorito: Exactly. Sean is no different, another name, another rookie declaring themself the next great thing. No rookie ever rose as high or as fast as Donovan Dement back in NCW. Granted, Sean Harrison is different than most rookies. He's gaining a handle over his overt cockiness, and becoming self assured. Maybe I'm just having this thought spill out of my mouth, but what if it is time to take his label. Then I'll be a legend. And then, from there, I'll take Brett's moniker, and I'll be a franchise as well. Hmmm, franchise, legend, franchise, legend, almost goes hand in hand. Except for one thing, franchise is temporary, legends are forever, and ever spreading.

Molly: Whatever D. So where did Chris go?

Alicia: He went looking for you like five minutes ago. Seemed pissed off.

Molly: Why the hell was he pissed? Doesn't he know we need financing before we can make movies to be released on video? Dammit, where the hell do I come up with these incoherent fools that can never seem to handle anything?

Christy: You've got a handle of grabbing them, and they follow along, Mol'.

Molly: Men are pussies. When a woman pokes them, they get wet and piss themselves pretty much. Guess I have to go look for the little cunt. I'll see you guys later. You've got my cell if you see him again.

She grabs the door handle, pulls it open hard enoough where it hits the wall its connected to, and she walks through, exiting out to the hallway, with the door closing shortly behind her.

Dorito: Ten bucks says she jumps the first guy she sees in the halls talking about hitting up a casino or having some mula to blow.

Christy: I'll take that bet.

Alicia: Witness!

Christy: Your money is so mine.

Dorito: Well I guess we'll see, won't we?

Christy: Guess so.

Holy calzonie Batman! As they're talking about Molly, the "Hardcore Kid" Chris Matthews pushes the locker room door open, walking in.

HCK: Hey there.

Alicia: Find her?

HCK: Nope.

Alicia: Too bad, you just missed her.

HCK: What?

Christy: Yeah. Hitman wouldn't give her the money, so she's off looking for everyone backstage that is known to have some money they can toss, or will screw them to get the cash. So I'd be checking out like Dan Saint, Tiger Ali, Larz, ummm...

HCK: Larz? I'm gonna go find that piece of crap and make him my bitch dog and do Bob Barker a favor and have him neutered.

Alicia: Don't you mean spayed?

Christy: No, I think it's neutered. I'm pretty sure it is anyways.

Alicia: I believe spaying is for male dogs, and neutered is for female.

Christy: Well if he's going to make Larz his bitch, then Larz will have to become female.

Alicia: But wouldn't he be doing that by clipping his penis off when he gets spayed?

Christy: Not necessarily. I don't think they clip it off, just do something so to shut down the sex drive. So Chris would have to make Larz change his gender, and then he would have the sex organs shutdown.

HCK: Enough!

Dorito: But why would Larz give Molly money, he seems like such a proud and honorable person.

Alicia: And who are you to talk, D? You seem to know all about making covers, so I bet it's just some big cover. He'll fall for it, and open his penny-pinching purse to Molly. Remember, this is Molly we're talking about.

HCK: I'm gonna go find him and kick his ass.

Christy: Or you could always challenge him to a fight for next week in Philly if you can't find him.

HCK opens the door, and punches it as he exits the locker room, and goes wandering off once again.

Christy: That kid has a lot to learn in this business.

Alicia: Well I think I'm gonna go look for Matt or something, take a walk. You go ahead and take a shower D, wash off the sweat, then change to do some running tonight. This is going to be a heavy week for you.

She taps him on the shoulder before walking out of the door, leaving Dorito and Christy to look at one another as they sit on the bench next to one another.

Dorito: Can you believe next monday is Valentine's Day?

Christy: You're right.

Dorito: I think I'm gonna see about getting an early flight home after the show next week. I win, I win, if I lose, then I lose. With the timezone changes, I'll be able to make it back in time before the day is over, so I could perhaps spend an hour or two with April.

Christy: What do you mean?

Dorito: I've spent two years in a row celebrating valentine's day with April, and it just feels too weird now. It's generally a depressive holiday, and thinking about not being with her, being alone on that day once again, it just makes me depressed. But when I think about it, with how she is in every thought in my head of the day, with every breath I take, my love for her is strong, like a diamond. But to think, I have not sunk to taking drugs to kill my pain. I have not sunk to drinking to depress my depression. I am drug free, and I am poison free, keeping the depressants out of me, but April is in my mind, and she is killing me by not being with me.

Christy: You should feel proud for not falling to drugs for depression. I use them for recreational use, but believe me, I've gone through what you have, and it's intense. It's hard. And at some point the thought of suicide will go through your mind, if it hasn't already. Just feel lucky that you are in this business, where you are able to release your thoughts, feelings, emotions, anger. I have had my loves, but they end hurtfully, and brutal heartache. Dorito, you're on a hard road, especially with your first love, come and gone. Right now, you're on a dusty, bumpy old road, driving down on an old horse and buggy. If you two are bound to be together, be it fate, or destiny, if you will, then you'll be together. But don't convince yourself that she will feel the same for you that you do for her.

Dorito: Thank you Christy.

Christy: You're welcome.

She gives him a hug, and hold each other for a few moments, then part, staring at one another.

Dorito: Well, guess I should probably take that shower. Bet I stink like a skunk.

Christy: Not that bad, but if you want help or company with any of your training, just lemme know.

Dorito: Alright, thanks. But I'm gonna go wash off this sweat before doing sprints and run.

Christy: Okay, guess I could maybe try looking for Alicia or Molly.

Dorito: Ok, see you later.

Christy: Bye.

She gets up and walks to the door, while he grabs a towel, throwing it over his shoulder as he stands up. The scene focuses on Christy as she walks to the door, grabbing the handle and pulling the door open. She takes a step before stopping to look back over her shoulder, pausing, and smirks as she looks at Dorito, then walks out. The door shuts behind her, and the scene fades out.