The scene begins tonight at the usual locale, featuring your hosts this evening, starring the Ironman, Dorito, laid out on the couch against the wall, while Molly is over on the other couch.
Molly: No, I'm telling you, that's what she said.
Dorito: Pff, whatever. It's so true.
Molly: Fine, don't believe me. But it'll be your head tomorrow then.
Dorito: No, it's all over. I kicked Brett Adams ass, and got that out of me. Not to mention Brett beat the heck out of Sean, so Sean was the big loser last saturday. Cause I beat his ass around that ring.
Molly: He also slapped and chopped you around too.
Dorito: True.
Molly: But if I had to guess, his stamina just ran out from that series of small packages. He did have the first match of the night, and was out of physical activity for the longer time, so his body rested more and wasn't as tense and ready to go as yours was.
Dorito: Maybe, if all that mumbo jumbo is true. But all I know is, I beat him up, Sean beat me up, and I came out the winner.
Molly: You came out lucky. That's it. And I'm telling you, he is going to challenge you to a rematch tomorrow in...in..where is it again?
Dorito: Omaha.
Molly: Omaha? What's an Omaha?
Dorito: It's a town, in Nebraska, in the mid-west.
Molly: Eww, the midwest? So that means all those pig farmers and inbreds are gonna be there? I'm so having second and triple thoughts about going tomorrow. I hear townfolk just like to hang out at Walmart. And I just found out a couple years ago what that was, and it's so lame.
Dorito: Yeah, Nebraska sucks, I know.
Molly: And you should wake up and realize that Sean Harrison is going to challenge you to another match tomorrow.
Dorito: And I really don't care, cause I'll do what I have in our previous two matches, and that's beat him one on one, again.
Molly: I'll even bet he thinks you got lucky or something.
Dorito: Wow, I must have some kinda luck, beat a legend not once, but twice, straight up, and get dumped by my girlfriend, all within about a two month span. Not to mention winning the Ironman tournament and title and becoming the top man in WWFW. And with that upstart Z-Bone now the number one contender, I should be anticipating a title defense soon. And my title defenses aren't just defenses to me, to keep the title. No, it's about challenging the challenger. I've got the title, I'm the one that has something to prove, not Z-Bone, or Sean, or anyone else who decides to challenge me.
Molly: I heard that hunky Z-Bone was actually gonna challenge Matt for his.
Dorito: That's fine, if he wants the secondary title. But it's said if you don't want to be the best, then get out of the business. And my title, my title is the one everyone in World-Wide wanted. It was the epic challenge of everyone on the roster competing, and only the best would survive. Matt got the world title by throwing someone over the top rope, something that happens in almost every single match, and often times more than once. Big deal, he can win a battle royal. The only person he has beat one on one since, is Larz and Dan Saint, both times he comes inching out the winner. I could beat Larz and Dan, I assure you. And he didn't even beat Winter. I've beaten Winter.
Molly: Not one on one.
Dorito: Sure, not one on one, but in triangle I have.
Molly: He wasn't the one you pinned either.
Dorito: True, but still, the point is, if Z-Bone wants some secondary title, that's his decision, if he feels he's that insecure of himself to challenge the very best there is, for the premiere championship, then that's his deal. And if he loses to Matt, then it's known he's beneath me as well, so there'd be no point of me giving him a title match because he wouldn't have earned it. And frankly, Sean is in a bit of a slump right now, so if he wanted a rematch, it wouldn't be for the title. Not until he climbs that ladder again.
Molly: So you wouldn't fight him until he wins some matches?
Dorito: No, I would fight him, but it wouldn't be for the title, until he proves his worthiness to challenge for it. Z-Bone's got his spot. I don't feel he's earned it really, since the former number one contender wasn't even there.
Molly: I still can't believe all that crap they put Chris through. And now he has to fight Insane Shane tomorrow in a hardcore match or something.
Dorito: Yeah.
Molly: So, that new girl next door is pretty fucking hot isn't she?
Dorito: Yeah, hey!
Molly: She is, isn't she?
Dorito: Yeah.
Molly: Hmmm.
Dorito: What are you thinking?
Molly: Nothing.
Dorito: No, you are. I know you are. You don't go hmmm and just not be thinking anything.
Molly: Well I do.
Dorito: Well what if I say I don't believe you?
Molly: Well I would say you're a dumbass.
Dorito: Well you can bite me.
Molly: Eat me.
Dorito: Really?
Molly: NO!
Grabbing a pillow off the couch, she throws it at his head. He dodges just outta the way, grabbing one himself to throw back at her, which hits her front with her head down and forearms up to sorta block it. She pops her head back, her long blonde hair whipping up as she grabs the pillow and stands up and throws it at him, laughing. She then grabs another pillow off the couch as the pillow hits Dorito in the neck and upper chest with him catching it, and she steps forward and swings the other pillow, whacking it against the one in his hands. He uses the pillow to shield the shot as she pulls back and swings back at him another time before she jumps onto his lap and legs with knees bent, and starts whacking him with the pillow several more times as she's laughing and smiling. Suddenly there's some talking heard as the scene pans around to find Alicia, Christy, and CJ walking in carrying several shopping bags. There they stop to see this, as Molly stops, glancing over, while Dorito then carpes diem and thrusts his pillow into her face. She agonizes from it while the other Special K girls set their bags down, then smile and laugh as they run around, each grabbing their own pillow and come up and start wailing away on Dorito, who screams mercy as he lays down trying to cover up.
Molly: Take that you mother fucking asshole!
All the girls laugh as they continue beating him with pillows for awhile.
Molly: Count! Count!
She suddenly leans forward, laying on him practically as she holds his shoulders down, and Christy taps the edge of the couch very quickly three times, then Molly screams, bouncing up and down on his lap throwing her arms up as they all cheer.
Molly: Unbeatable? HA! I'm the IronWoman, bitch!
They then resume beating him mercilessly with pillows as she continues to celebrate as the scene fades out.
