The scene begins today with Dorito laid out on the couch in the middle of the living room, clad only in a pair of blue and silver-flowered boardshorts. He stares aimlessly at the television set that's on, Torque is playing. Three surfboards lean against the wall in living room separating Alicia's room. Seconds pass before Christy walks out of Alicia's room, clad in just a blue bikini with her hair wet as she goes behind the couch and springs over, landing in Dorito's lap and laying down beside him sorta, with her legs on him.
Christy: Hey, cool movie.
Alicia, Angel, and Molly come out of the room next, Angel wearing some pink bikini, with Molly wearing a red thong and small white and red babydoll shirt with "Lil Devil" on the front. Alicia has a pink halter top on with some white and pink-flowered boardshorts.
Alicia: You're not gonna believe it, D.
The three of them walk around the boards and table, except for Molly who steps on the coffee table, and all three of them jump onto the couch against the wall. Dorito rests his left arm around Christy, allowing her to snuggle on him some more with her head on his chest sorta.
Dorito: What?
Alicia: WWFW released the tag drawing on the website.
Dorito: Yeah, they said they were gonna do it this week.
Molly: But now they have, and have your partner.
Dorito: Lemme guess, Sean Harrison.
Angel: No way, but so close.
Dorito: The Heels, me and HCK?
Molly: Painfully no, he has to tag with Scotty Moore and that bodacious Kate, man I tell you she'll make a star in one of my movies.
Dorito: This has been a good day, why don't you just go ahead and say?
Alicia: Matt.
Dorito: Matt?
Alicia: Yes, Matt.
Dorito: As in Matt Helmsley?
Alicia: The only one.
Dorito: What are the odds, of all the probably possibilities of losers and winners I could have gotten paired up with, Radical BreakDown is back for more than one night only this time.
Christy: Mm, so are they just planning on giving the tag titles to you and Matty?
Dorito: I'd guess so, what possible team is there that could stop us?
Alicia: Sean's.
Dorito: And who is his partner?
Alicia: Freytag.
Dorito: You mean Scott?
Alicia: No, Chris.
Dorito: Can't that guy ever stay retired?
Angel: Isn't he one of those Hitmen dweeb that dorks at my old school used to rave about, besides Star Trek?
Molly: Probably, you're from Iowa afterall.
Angel: Don't remind me! Shiny objects get people curious. There's reasons why people hang out at carwashes, aside from the drugs.
Christy: I'm in no hurry for monday to come, I mean, we have to go to Utah, of all places.
Molly: Have all the wives you want, but Dorito will be the one getting checked out by the guys.
Alicia: Good thing you're not a mormon or whatever religion those people are. You know, I prayed to God somebody would kill the Pope.
Christy: Really?
Alicia: Yeah, but I had no idea he'd do it himself.
Dorito: You know, if there really was a god, how would you know it's a male or female?
Angel: Duh, cause with all the violence and shit that goes on, you think a woman would get kicks out of so much?
Dorito: Good point.
Molly: You know who I think should be the next pope?
Alicia: Tom Cruise?
Angel: Ashton Kutcher?
Molly: Nah, Dorito.
Dorito: What?
Molly: Yeah, Pope Dorito. Could see it now, you and your little pope hat, surfing your little holy surf waves, on your holy surfboard, and you could let the streets of Rome free of cheese!
A few of the girls laugh for a couple of seconds before continuing.
Dorito: Yeah, Pope Dorito, screw that. But isn't it stupid how everyone keeps asking if the church will survive and what will be the future of the church?
Angel: I know! That's a fucking stupid question. Yeah, one guy dies, and the whole religion is over? It's like, that old fart was bigger than Jesus.
Christy: Today was a beautiful day though.
Dorito: Too bad Eddy is still on his vacation in Brazil. But man, he's got to be hitting the waves pretty good.
Molly: And Brazil has a few nice spots too.
Christy: Mmm, what kind of cologne are you wearing?
Dorito: I don't wear any.
Christy: Hmph, bullshit, I can smell it.
Dorito: I'm not, it's straight pacific ocean breeze from this afternoon.
Christy: Hmm, I feel like I can almost go to sleep.
Molly: You feel like that too? Sure I'm not laying on Dorito or anything, but I'm feeling kinda tired too. And Utah is just going to blow.
Alicia: That's it! We should blow something up tomorrow! It'll be so cool to do after the show!
Angel: Damn, and I have school tomorrow. But at least I won't be in Utah.
Molly: Aren't you lucky, choosing school over Utah.
Christy: I would too.
Alicia: Utah sucks.
The scene just kinda fades away from here, for no reason in particular, oh well, stay tuned next week!
