The scene begins this evening as Madness has already gone off the air. Here we find the triangle breaker walking through the hallways of the arena, several roadies and staff also wander about. WWFW confidant, Tommy, runs into Dorito in the hallway.
Tommy: Hey man! Great promo tonight!
Dorito: Outta my way.
Dorito steps aside Tommy and continues walking. Tommy turns and begins following him, walking beside him.
Tommy: Man, you had me scared. Such intensity, it was chilling.
Dorito: Shutup.
Tommy: Man, I can't wait until next week. I mean, just to see what happens with you and Loanwolfe and Insane Shane, it'll be...
Dorito: Murder.
Tommy: Well, I was gonna say awesome, but yeah, heh, I guess that works. So you going over to chili's with some of the other guys?
Dorito: No.
Tommy: Why not? It'll be great! Great times, good food, fun company.
Dorito: Shut-up.
Tommy: Chill man, just come on, unless you gotta fly back right now.
Dorito stops, smacking the wall with his hand just as he goes to turn to face Tommy, who also stops in front of him.
Tommy: Sup man? Why you stop?
Dorito just stares at him.
Tommy: Dorito? Hey D, ya there?
A few more seconds pass, and Dorito forearms Tommy in the face, knocking him back into the concrete wall. Dorito then grabs the sides of Tommy's head, pulls it forward an inch or two, then thrusts it backwards into the wall. Tommy's head ricochets off and his body collapses to the ground as he bellows in horror, grasping the back of his head. Tears begin to fill from his face as Dorito stands over him, looking down.
Dorito: Shut-up! Dammit! Fuck you Tommy! Fuck-you!
Dorito kicks Tommy in the gut, causing Penthouse to give a slight squeak in gasp for air as he lays on the ground, while Dorito leans over.
Dorito: You know what I'm doing? I'm going to find Loanwolfe, now! Not next week. And you want to know what I'm going to do? Of course you do!
He kicks him in the stomach again.
Dorito: I'm going to get what's mine! Tonight! He can't steal her away from me like that!
He kicks Tommy in the ribs, as several staff people come up to check out the situation at hand, as Tommy is bleeding from the nose and mouth. Dorito turns his attention to them, as they call for him to leave him alone.
Dorito: Get the hell away from me!
Some guy: Just leave the guy alone.
Dorito: He said the wrong damn thing!
Another guy: Come on Mr. Dorito, what could he have said to cause such a beating?
Dorito: He told me he likes little boys!
Dorito turns back and kicks Tommy in the face, then looks back at the gasping crowd.
The first guy: Well we'll take care of him for you.
Dorito: Fucking prick.
Dorito spits on Tommy, then walks off, going in the direction he was originally headed. The group of people call for some police officers as Dorito has a big grin, a sly smirk, on his devilish face, with his eyes solely focused back on Tommy. A few seconds later he changes his attention as he turns down a corridor.
Dorito: Where the hell is his locker room?
He continues walking down the hallway a few seconds before coming up to some twenty year old guy wearing a security shirt. Dorito stops and grabs him by the collar of his shirt, twisting him around to look in his face.
Dorito: Where's Loanwolfe's locker room?
Guy: S'woah dude! Just...
Dorito: Shut-up! Where is it?
He points down the hall.
Guy: That direction, at the end of the hall. But...
Dorito lets go as he pushes him back. The guy rubs the front of his neck, fixing his shirt as he watches Dorito march down the hall.
Dorito: I'm coming to save you, my love!
He proceeds down the hallway, continuing to walk until he comes to the end of it, finding a T-intersection, but turns to his left just before it to find "Loanwolfe" written on a door. Dorito kicks the door open and barges in screaming, causing the cleaning woman inside to scream as she was scrubbing a bench. Dorito stops, finding the room empty, and he looks at her.
Dorito: Where'd Loanwolfe go?!
Cleaning Lady: He and others left twenty minutes ago.
Dorito: Fuck. FUCK!
He turns, punching the door, and storms out of the locker room, leaving her to stare as the door goes back, then begins to come back on its own. Dorito storms down the intersection, going the right-turn.
Dorito: Have to find Hitman, or Dan. He robbed me of the title, robbed me of April!
Dorito walks a little before coming to an opening where some photographers have gathered, taking a few pictures as Insane Shane stands in front of the interview area, posing, while some lady with a clipboard stands a couple feet away.
Dorito: (whispering) Shane.
Dorito picks up some speed as he starts to run at Insane Shane and screams as Shane turns his attention to Dorito. Dorito lowers his head and spears Shane to the ground, and the two roll a little bit on the ground, growling. Dorito comes out on top and throws a couple of punches at Shane.
Dorito: You!
He hits him again before Shane rolls over to get on top.
Shane: Stop it!
Dorito kicks his body and legs as he turns back over and strikes Shane a few more times before Shane rolls over and gets off of Dorito. Both men push to their feet and Dorito charges at Shane, but Shane scoops him up for a powerslam as Dorito wraps his arms around Shane's head. Dorito crashes down into the side of a guardrail setup, with Shane coming down on top of him. Shane belts him a couple times in the gut, and Dorito pulls him over off of him and rolls over on top of him, off the guardrail. There someone grabs Dorito into a full nelson and pulls him off of Shane. Shane kicks his feet at him as several staff members come rushing over to hold Shane down and seperate the two.
Dorito: GET OFF ME!
Hunter Shane, maintains the full nelson as he pulls Dorito away while Dorito screams.
Shane: LEMME GO!
Dorito shrugs Hunter off of him, turning around to shove him back into Hitman, and everything seems to stop.
Hitman: Just what in the blazes is going on here?!
Dorito: Where's Loanwolfe?
Hitman: Checked out. Now what's going on here?
Dorito: He stole my title!
Hitman: Uh-huh, I see. And why are you, my new hire Hunter, attacking the former Ironman champion?
Dorito: That's current.
Hitman: Shut it.
Hunter: Dorito attacked Shane and...
Hitman: That's enough. And from what I seen, you pulled him off and Dorito pushed you into me. Fine. So since you and Shane want to fight so bad, Dorito, we've got a big pay-per view coming up, we'll wait and see. For the meantime, Hunter, next week you're gonna have a match, against Dorito, live on Madness. Win, and it thrusts you up the ladder into potential challenger for either title. But Dorito, I suggest you leave and go home. Get ahold of yourself man, and get your head clear.
Dorito: Fine, but his blood is on your hands, your show. Shane's blood will fill the aisles. And then, Loanwolfe...Loanwolfe...Loanwolfe...Loanwolfe...
Dorito turns and walks off slowly, muttering his name over and over again as he walks away, biting his fingernails, while everyone watches.
Hunter: Damn, is it like this every week here?
Insane Shane: Nah, but it looks like madness ensues.
Hitman: I'm sorry this happened guys.
Hitman nods, shaking hands with both men, and goes to walk away, heading in the direction after Dorito, while the Shanes watch.
