The scene begins tonight backstage in Dallas, just after Madness. Dorito stands in a hallway, along with rest of Special K, as Christy is stepping out into the hallway from an open door. A couple seconds later, the door is slammed shut behind it. Dorito begins to walk, and the rest follow along with him, as Dorito is still in his wrestling gear, with a towel wrapped around his shoulders.

Dorito: Bah, what a dick. He still can't get over that we plotted and put him out in that buried alive match with Gideon Frost. Going over to the beach, remember?

Alicia: Then I hit him in the head with a shovel, and he had no idea. And I can't believe he hasn't even told me he was moving.

Dorito: Moving?

Alicia: Yeah, some real-estate called me or something a couple days ago and I was gonna say something to Matt, but I've forgotten.

Molly: Moving out of the house or out of Seattle?

CJ: The northwest is supposed to have a big drought this summer everyone is saying.

Alicia: Molly, as much as I hate to say this, you're driving us back to the airport, I hate driving in Dallas. Oh god, why do I feel like I just wanted to commit suicide?

Molly: My driving is not that bad!

Christy: Oh yeah? Remember when you were driving down the highway at 140 and swerved into the breakdown lane so you could pass some car and you hit a lane divider with the tires and we were riding on two tires for like a mile?

Molly: I brought the one side back down.

Christy: But you were still trying to pass cars like that!

Molly: So?

Dorito: Remember your roadkill rampage? I swear there was more blood on the windshield than the whirlpool of blood scene from nightmare on elm street.

Molly: There wasn't that much.

Dorito: But you ran your wipers like three times cause it was full of it. And remember all the patches of hair? And you blew the motor cause of the air intake being full of animal hair. It was like every thirty seconds there was another raccoon, possum, squirrel, deer, cat, duck, or some other animals bouncing off the hood and windshield.

Christy: And you remember the complete shocking looks on all those peoples faces when we pulled into gas station that morning?

Molly: And they thought you were a vampire, D.

Dorito: Cause of all the blood on the car, thanks to you.

Molly: I wasn't the one wearing a trenchcoat and sunglasses at dawn.

They come up to a pair of doors along the hallway, and they press them open and walk into the food court area backstage, finding various wrestlers and staff grabbing a free meal before they would leave, waiting out the fans to leave so traffic is clear.

Dorito: Maybe Matt has some right to be pissed, cause he's intimidated by Winter or something. It's got to be that mask, cause Matt thrives on emotion, and with Winter, he can't see it.

Christy: So what are we doing anyways? All our stuff is in the locker room with Matt.

Dorito: He needs time to cool off, and although he should be the one taking the walk, it would probably get someone hurt.

Alicia: Besides, he's all worked up about defending the world title, and you know that when he gets like this, he's having doubts.

Christy: Maybe he just needs some confidence.

Molly: I just SO had an idea. What if we go out to Matt's match dressed as cheerleaders?

Alicia: With glow in the dark pom-poms? That'd be kinda cool.

Christy: I'm gonna go back and talk to him.

Alicia: Beat some sense into him.

She waves as she leaves the group, walking back from the direction they came. CJ walks over toward the table with bottled water on it, and the rest follow her as the scene fizzles out.