The scene begins today in the living room, as usual, with Dorito sitting on the ground in front of the couch against the wall, in the middle, with his legs sprawled out under the coffee table while he wears some black Quiksilver hoodie. CJ sits behind him on the couch, her legs out, hanging over his shoulders and feet just dangling in front of his chest. Molly lays on the couch, turned around and laying with her head in CJ's lap, and feet hanging on the arm of the couch near the adjacent couch, where Alicia is laying back as well with her head on Christy's lap. Alicia and Molly's feet hang near each other as the Karate Kid Part II is playing on the TV set.

Alicia: Oh hey, did I tell you got a call from 3WL yesterday?

Christy: No.

Alicia: Well they want me to come back. Said they've got a huge part for me if I want to get back in with them.

Dorito: You going to?

Alicia: I don't know. Not really thinking about it. Just looking for saturday night in New Orleans, and when you go two and O at the pay-per view, we're going down to Bourbon street and start a rave that will make mardi gras look like a kid's birthday party.

Molly: I could get a camera crew and film everything too! And sell the video. I'm sure if it got that huge, I could sell a series of videos from this one rave.

CJ: Yes, but our little Ironman here has to make sure he's up for it.

Dorito: I'm good to go. I've waited two months to finally get Brett Adams in the ring one on one, and Alic', you better get on the phone with Hitman and get some no disqualification rules worked in for the match, because this isn't about the Ironman trophy. This is hate that's been building in me for two months for what he said about April, about me, and they're gonna need some extra security out there to try and restrain me after the match is over and I'm declared the winner, because I'm not stopping. I'm not stopping when he starts bleeding. I'm not stopping when his blood splatters on me. I'm not stopping when I dig my fingers into his cuts, spreading them open even further, and scooping out blood to use as body paint on myself. I'm not stopping for anything.

Christy: So have you talked to April recently?

Dorito: Yeah, a few nights ago online.

Alicia: I really like this movie. And how they just build the relationship between Daniel and the girl, it's so sweet.

Molly: You hear Sean broke up with his ex with the tumor?

Christy: What?

Molly: Just rumor I heard.

Christy: That's disgusting. He loved her or something and never wanted to leave her side, and now just dumps her for some other girl?

Alicia: I wonder when those new neighbors are going to move in.

Christy: All there stuff is there, and they've like yet to even show up. And we went and bought that cake for nothing.

Dorito: Cake? I thought you were getting pie.

Molly: We were going to, but then somebody decided cake would be a better idea.

Dorito: I never saw any cake.

Christy: You were out at the gym or something, so we ate it after finding out from the movers they hadn't shown up yet.

Alicia: Besides, you're in training, and we didn't want to ruin your diet or anything. One piece, oh god was that good chocolate cake.

Dorito: Chocolate cake?

Molly: It was German chocolate.

Dorito: German chocolate?

Molly: Yeah, with double fudge icing and some sort of vanilla coconut glaze.

Dorito: Vanilla coconut?

Alicia: It was really good. Once we had our first bite, we couldn't stop. We were total pigs.

CJ: Ew!

Christy: You would've had some too if you didn't leave to go for your photo shoot before we picked it out.

Dorito: You know, I just wonder who I have to wrestle first. Do I get annihilate Brett Adams first, or do I have to wrestle Sean.

Alicia: Harrison's got a lot of talent, but use all your cardio work to your advantage. The longer the match goes, the more it will go in your favor.

Dorito: True. And everyone's eyes are on the Winter-Helmlsey match it seems, even though my title is more important. I don't fear Sean or Brett. I respect Sean, and I hate Brett. The Franchise is full of feces and will be shut down for good tomorrow night, and the Legend will once again come up short. This is a triangle show, three matches, three sides. And I am the Ironman, Zeus fears me. Hercules can't touch me.

Molly: Sure he did, remember that little midget at that amusement park we went to a few months ago and he kicked you in the knee?

Dorito: And that little cheapshot ran away right after that. Total fear.

Christy: If I remember, he ran away because we chased him away while you were on the ground crying like a weeping baby.

The doorbell suddenly rings and Alicia looks up at Christy, who looks back down at her. Christy sighs as Alicia lifts her head for a couple seconds, allowing Christy to get up out of the couch and walk around the couch and go to the front door as Alicia sets her head back down.

Dorito: Total fear. And I wasn't crying, I just dumped that bottle of water on my head so my face and hair was wet.

Molly: Whatever.

Christy walks back with a couple of people who stand behind the couch as Dorito continues talking.

Dorito: And if I ever see that little midget again, I'm gonna stuff him in a garbage can!

Christy: Ahem!

Dorito looks over, Molly snickering as the man and woman in their late 30s/early 40s look over at Dorito and the girls.

Christy: I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Vargo, the new neighbors.

Mrs. Vargo: Hello!

Mr. Vargo: Hi.

Christy: And this is Alicia (pointing at her), this is her house. That's her brother Dorito. Behind him is CJ, and laying on her is Molly.

Mrs. Vargo: It's a pleasure to meet you all. We just moved here from Iowa for my husband's new job.

Mr. Vargo: I'm a computer software writer.

Mrs. Vargo: What beautiful girls, and if you don't mind my asking, what do you all do for a living?

Christy: Consider me the girl next door. CJ is a model and actress. Alicia is ummm, well, when I met her she was a wrestler. Molly runs her own film company, and Dorito here you may recognize from television, WWFW Ironman champion.

Mr. Vargo: Excuse me, Ironman champion? What is that?

Christy: It's the title he holds, he's a professional wrestler.

Mr. Vargo: Oh, haha, you hear this honey? We moved next door to a couple of wrestlers. Now, you all know that wrestling is fake, right? Hehe.

Molly: Not as fake as yo' may think, pops. D here is a fucking hell of an athlete, and one of the best in the world. And is a TV celebrity monday nights on WWFW Madness.

Mrs. Vargo: WWFW? Is that like that like world wildlife fund wrestling? Haha.

Alicia: No, it's World Wide Federation of Wrestling.

Mr. Vargo: You may like to grow up some day. Say there, Dorito is it? That's an odd name. You like computers, Dorito?

Dorito: I dunno, what you pressing?

Mr. Vargo: Well I just transferred here and will be a manager at my new job, making a cool hundred thousand dollars a year. Now, if you'd like, I could set you up with a school and you could go to learn to type, and if you've got enough imagination left from all the clobberings with those chairs you guys like to hit each other with so much, I'm sure you could make a nice living.

Dorito: I'm cool.

Mr. Vargo: Beating yourself with frying pans isn't cool, son.

Dorito: I don't beat myself with frying pans. I've never been hit with a frying pan.

Christy: Yes you have. Remember a couple weeks ago you were helping me put away dishes and I turned around and hit you in the side of the head with one accidentally?

Dorito: No, no I don't.

Mrs. Vargo: Well it was nice meeting you all, hm. Oh, well I think we should be off to meet the rest of our neighbors. Umm, as you Californians say, aloha!

Mr. Vargo: Aloha!

Dorito chuckles as the Vargos wave goodbye, and Christy leads them out. They say aloha to Christy, and she says it back to them before shutting the door and walking back.

Christy: Aloha!

Rest: ALOHA!

They all crack up laughing for several moments, Christy stepping over and sitting down on the couch beside Alicia, Alicia's hair lifting up from the motion of wind from the cushion pushing air out of it as Christy sits down on it. CJ lifts her legs off of Dorito, kicking them over onto the couch and side of Dorito more of as they laugh. The doorbell rings again and Dorito pushes to his feet.

Dorito: Hahe, I'll get it, hehe.

He walks around the table and couch and heads toward the door. A few moments pass and he takes the one step down into the entrance, and puts his hand around the doorhandle, still laughing as he tries to stop and hold it in. He opens the door to find a beautiful blonde girl standing there on the sidewalk sorta.

Girl: Hey yo, I'm Angel. Have you seen my parents around? They're meeting all the neighbors or some shit like that.

Dorito just stands there with his jaw hanging, mesmerized by her, before he shakes his head and returns to reality.

Dorito: Uh yeah, they just left like a minute ago.

Angel: You know where they went?

Dorito: Nope.

Angel: Fuck. Well if they stop by, tell them I'm looking for them.

Dorito: Alright, aloha.

Angel: Aloha? You just move here too or something?

Dorito: Like three years ago.

Angel: You know aloha is Hawaiian, right?

Dorito: Yeah, I used to live in Hawaii, in Oahu. I just said it cause your parents said we Californians say it, so they said it to us.

Angel: They're fucking hicks.

Dorito: Well we did laugh at them for that minute when they said it and left.

Angel: You shouldda smacked them in the head or something.

Dorito: I'll do that next time. Well if you need anything, just stop by anytime. I'm Dorito, and inside are my sister and a bunch of other girls.

Angel: K, ciao.

She walks off and Dorito stands there gazing at her as she walks away for half a minute.

Voice: She's hot.

Dorito jumps and turns around to find Molly standing there. Dorito blushes and goes to walk past her as Molly smiles, and the scene goes black as Molly shuts the door.