The scene begins tonight backstage in the Special K locker room, where Dorito is shirtless, but wearing a pair of black cargo pants without socks or shoes. Hanging around his neck is a long white towel, his hair wet hair hanging down. He walks to the bench, and sits down, while Christy stands a couple feet away, wearing a short fancy black dress. Alicia is wearing some black and purple cargo pants and some black sports bra with purple mesh shirt over it.

Alicia: You did it Dorito! You really did it!

Dorito: You doubted me?

He grabs a pair of socks out of a bag and begins putting them on his feet.

Alicia: Yes, actually I did, on the drive from LA to Las Vegas for the first show. Look where you were at a month ago, and now look at you.

He starts putting on his street shoes.

Dorito: And I did it all because of Brett Adams.

Christy: What?

Dorito: Yeah, him mouthing off about April, it's been my drive, so that I can eventually get my match with him. But it's not going to be a match, it's going to be a battle.

He reaches into his bag, pulling out a t-shirt, which he proceeds to slip on over his head after taking the towel off.

Alicia: You seriously going to go?

Dorito: Yes.

Christy: Why not stay here with us? I mean, it's Philly, and you won the Ironman tournament. You said it yourself, you are the best in this company. You won the tournament that everyone was in.

Alicia: Yeah D, so we should PAR-TAY! I'll get Matt and...

He zips up his bag, and slings the shoulder-strap over his head, standing up.

Dorito: Sorry, but I'm going.

He walks to the door while Alicia and Christy talk amongst themselves. He pulls it open and heads out, walking down the hallway. Passing various crew staff as he walks for about ten seconds, then turns to his right as he goes around a corner and continues to walk some mor. One girl smiles at him as he walks past her, but he ignores her as he goes over some cables. He keeps walking, and comes up to Insane Shane standing outside some door, talking to a couple of kids and signing some autographs.

Kid 1: I can't believe you did that to Mr. Saint.

Shane: Thanks.

Shane looks up, putting his hand up.

Shane: There's the champ, hey man.

Dorito tosses his hand up, high-fiving Shane while the kids turn around.

Dorito: Hey, you know which way I go to get out of here?

Shane: Yeah, I was just gonna head out for a walk and meet with someone. Where's the rave gonna be?

Dorito: I dunno, find Alicia and ask her. She's changed her mind and is gonna have one now. But I'm leaving.

Kid 2: Say Mr. Dorito, can we have an autograph?

Dorito: Sure. But so how do I get out?

He takes the kids pens and paper and signs autographs for both as Shane speaks.

Shane: Just go straight through the crossway up there, and I think you turn to the left. Or is it the right?

Dorito nods, handing the pads back, and he walks off. The kids turn, talking to Shane, while Dorito heads down the hall and comes to the crossway, and goes through it. He presses open a door, and continues through it, only to find Molly standing outside a door with two red bikini-clad women who are holding a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates each.

Molly: Alright, now just remember to act natural, this is valentine's day afterall.

Girl 1: So we like, uh, just go in and screw him?

Molly: No, no. First you walk in, and surprise Chris with the gifts. But you find him with another girl in there already. Then you follow the dialog, getting angry, calling him your man. She'll get angry, and the three of you start going at it while he watches. Alright?

Girl 2: Ummm, sure. But I don't feel drunk enough yet for this.

Molly: Don't worry, there's champagne in the room.

Dorito just shakes his head as he starts to walk past.

Dorito: Hey Molly.

Molly: Yo Dorito. Look, can you do me a favor?

Dorito: I'm sorta in a rush to get to the airport.

Molly: Oh yeah. Girls, this is the guy who thinks he's gonna make it with his ex tonight.

Girl 2: Hahaha.

Girl 1: He's pretty good looking, are we doing him too?

Molly: No, he's running for the airport instead of sticking around for the rave later.

Dorito: How'd you know about the rave? Alicia cancelled it.

Molly: Dude, for one, it's Alicia, there's always a rave. Two, CJ and I were checking places out this afternoon, and she's there now. And three, Alic' just called me a min ago on cell to tell me you were running off.

Dorito: Look, I just...

Molly: Shutup. All you fucking wanna do is whine and get with April again, whatever. You could have some fun tonight. You just won another tournament, another title, and instead of celebrating, you're gonna go sulk. Pissy.

There's a knock at the door behind Molly.

Molly: Oh, go in girls. Then after we're done shooting here, we'll go to the rave and film some more of the movie there, then finish at the hotel tonight or tomorrow morning

Dorito just walks off, continuing on his path. A few moments later he comes up to a wall, and looks to the left, then right. He shifts his body, and goes left to start walking down a hallway.

Dorito: Should just be ahead.

He keeps walking down the empty hallway as he starts talking to himself.

Dorito: Stupid girls, pff. Ah well, at least this pyramid-scheme is over, and I can set full focus on Brett again. But must just get to the airport.

He comes up to a near dead end with only a left turn, which he takes.

Dorito: Where is the garage?

He walks some more, and comes up to some staff member. Dorito: Yo, where's the garage?

Guy: Straight on ahead, but turn right at the corner.

Dorito nods, then continues walking as he comes up to the crossway, and turns right. He walks a little, then presses through some doors to go into the parking garage. He walks a bit, looking around as he passes several rows of cars. There are several people variously spaced about the garage, while the Ironman champ keeps going. A faint call is heard, "dorito", which he seems to never hear. It grows louder the next time, as he turns his head to the right as he walks toward the garage doors, guarded by security. Dorito nods as he approaches them, and one opens a door.

Guard: Cab's waiting sir.

Dorito: Cool.

Dorito walks to the door, when the call is heard once more and much louder. Dorito stops and turns around, finding Christy stopping behind a couple feet behind, a look of concern on her face.

Christy: Dorito...

Dorito: Yeah?

Christy: Please, don't go.

Dorito: I have to, I love her.

Christy: She doesn't even know you're coming, remember?

Dorito: It's a big surprise. It's Valentine's Day, I've trained my ass off for the past month, I've been beaten up and lucky on a few occasions, and tonight, I won the Ironman trophy, the championship, for her. Not me. For her.

Christy: So what happens? You hop on a plane and fly there?

Dorito: That's the idea of flying.

Christy: Dorito, stop kidding yourself. You know it yourself, she's not going to be there.

He inhales, then exhales.

Christy: Dorito, please, just come out with us. Forget that it's valentine's day, and have some fun tonight. Celebrate with us.

Dorito: I can't.

She slowly takes a couple steps closer, stopping a few inches in front of him, looking up at him to look him in his eyes.

Christy: Dorito...

She puts her left hand on his right cheek.

Christy: ...please, come out with me. We can forget the rave, let's go get drunk.

Dorito: I don't drink.

Christy: That's right. Well, come out with me, there's a few of the guys saying there's a restaurant that makes some killer cheesesteaks. Besides, how often do you get to eat an authentic Philly cheesesteak?

He slowly reaches up, grabbing her wrist, and slowly pulls it down as he stares at her.

Dorito: I'm sorry, Christy, I can't. I'll see you later, enjoy your rave.

He turns back and walks to the door, heading out into the streets of Philadelphia, where say a hundred or so fans have gathered about fifty yards to the side where the workers' cars exit. Dorito walks to the curb where there's a cab waiting, and he opens the back door and climbs in. It shuts, and the car zooms off into the night, as the scene pans back around to find Christy standing there, watching, a tear spurts from her eye. She looks down, when a voice is heard.

Voice: Killer cheesesteaks, huh?

She rubs her face, and turns around to see Matt Helmsley right behind her.

Christy: Matt? Hi.

Matt: Hello, Christy. It's a shame.

Christy: What?

Matt: That he's so oblivious, he's so blinded by his own love for April, that he can't see you.

She sniffles.

Christy: Sure.

Matt: Come on, I'll buy you a cheesesteak.

Christy: I was gonna go to the rave with Alicia.

Matt: Don't worry, we'll just meet up with her later. I'll just call her and let her know we went to go eat first. Besides, a pretty girl like you, could use a friend on a day like this. Cool?

Christy: Cool. Thank you Matt.

Matt: Come on, my car is over here.

They turn, and start walking through the garage as the scene pulls back out into the streets, watching cars drive past and people out walking around for several seconds before fading out.