The scene begins with the Karate Kid, Part II, at the part in the bar where people are trying to break blocks of ice with the side of their hand. Your heroine is challenged to break not just three, but six blocks, in a proof of honor, and ability. The scene jumps back, showing the inside of the house, with everyone sitting around on couches, watching the movie.

CJ: Do you think he can do it?

Molly: Duh! O'course he can! He's the karate kid.

Alicia: You've never seen this, CJ?

CJ: No.

Christy: You know, he kinda reminds me of Larz.

Alicia: Larz?

Christy: Yeah, from WWFW.

Molly: He looks nothing like him.

Christy: No, I mean of his character. Full of spirit, trying to prove himself, build his honor, but trouble always seems to confront him, and he doubts himself.

Dorito: But he's got Myogi-guy, whereas Larz has...no one. Which is why he becomes champion and winner, while Larz is, well, Larz, a loser.

Christy: But you've got to understand, he's going to Buffalo tomorrow with nothing to lose, and everything to prove, by stepping in the ring with both you and Sean Harrison.

Dorito: Look, I will beat Larz. I will beat him within an inch of his life, or go off like Sam Fairley and bore him to death as I talk on the mic. When he gets in the ring with me and Sean, he'll be stepping on my turf. And as he looks at the both of us, his face will turn blue, and he'll look like a smurf.

Angel: At least he offered to buy you drinks afterwards.

Dorito: When he said he'd pat us on the backs, which there's no chance of EVER happening. I'm not going to go sit at some slummy bar, or any bar for that matter, even after kicking the ass of some guy offering to buy drinks. Why? Because I don't drink. And it's like all the world's matters can just be set aside while everyone knocks a couple back, and drown themselves in their misery like their life is so fucking bad. And trust me, after monday night, Larz and Sean will be spending their whole time at that bar until closing time, throwing back shot after shot, until they pass out or get told to leave.

Alicia: And who are you to say that people can or cannot drink?

Molly: Yeah! We drink cause we choose to.

Dorito: No, you drink cause you're told to.

Molly: Nobody's the boss of me.

Dorito: Tell that to the giant corporations pumping out millions to show this movie on television. And the other corporations paying them for a few seconds of air-time to show their lousy commercial. And I guarantee you, that no matter what time of the day, somewhere, there's a beer commercial running, all the time. And it's not just commercials, but they have their hands in sports, food, family life, everything. There's dirty work everywhere that all corporations do, which are to never be seen.

Christy: You have to think though, D. This is a big match monday. I mean, you haven't been in the ring with Sean Harrison since, when, february? March? And it's because of you he got that match with Matt where he won the world title. And now, it all begins again.

Dorito: And much like the old man here in this movie, this is Sean Harrison. Aging, defiant, full of smoke, and full of garbage. Believes his own shit is gold, and will try to use it as a bank, and he may be able to get some people to buy his shit, but its just fools' gold.

CJ: Honestly, who on earth is going to buy dung?

Angel: Hobos?

Alicia: There's some recycling company in Australia that makes toilet paper out of kangaroo poop.

Molly: Bullshit.

Alicia: No, kangaroo shit.

Dorito: Bullshit, horseshit, rooshit, whatever kind you want, fact of the matter is, Larz and Sean are both full of it, and I guess the irony is the show is going to be in a dump like Buffalo, where I can flush them.

Christy: You know, you're reminding me a lot of the cocky kid antagonizing the hero. And sooner or later, you're going to get yours.

Dorito: Haha, whatever. Like Larz could ever beat me.

Alicia: I dunno D, he's been in the uppercard level of WWFW since day one, and has had plenty of world title shots.

Dorito: And he's always lost. Didn't he also lose some number one contenders match to Matthews?

Molly: It's all in the past. What happened last week doesn't mean it will affect how he wakes up tomorrow, with some sort of spirit, or vigor, a bounce in his step. Tomorrow night may be a big night for him that ultimately changes his life, because he sees something. Something about tomorrow is different for him, and he senses it. He senses it in the hotel, on the drive over, in the locker room, in the ring. Larz is the karate kid, and he's coming to kick your ass.

Dorito: I am who I say I am, and there is no misbelief. Every day of my life, I try so hard to just be me, but there is so much I cannot stand for. And I cannot stand for Larz, and his beliefs. He is NOT my equal, and he can feel as proud as he wants to be, and say whatever the hell he wants to say with a fat lip, two black eyes, a missing front tooth, and be drunk off his ashamed and dishonored ass, smiling his gruesome face as he holds up his cup of poison, and throws it down the hatch. Inwhich he tries to suppress all that has happened, because he celebrates his dishonor, and his ultimate wish for death as he depresses his depression. That alcohol he drinks is a drug, a poison, and just like that cowardess wench Loanwolfe, it takes away the best of people. And Sean can join Larz at his side at the bar, throwing back his shame, because they will for a moment realize just who I am, and fear that I am who I say I am. And that is my name is Dorito! I am straightedge! And that means I'M BETTER THAN YOU!!

Dorito crosses his arms, forming an X, as he looks sternly at the girls sitting around him, who look back at him for a few moments, before suddenly all of them grab a pillow cushion and get up and begin pelting him with them, over and over, laughing the whole time. Dorito gets lost in the sea of beautiful women with their pillow fight, as the camera pans over to the TV, showing the movie at the part in the final fight scene with the two squaring off as the girl is held hostage, laughter ensuing in the background.