The scene starts tonight in the locker room, backstage at "A Night of Honor". The scene focused on the television set, showing Chris Matthews with an arm submission applied to Sean Harrison. Dorito sits on a bench, shirtless and still in his wrestling clothes, two ice packs wrapped around his neck with a white towel draped over them. A couple of trainers are standing behind him, talking, one of them holding another ice pack against the back of Dorito's head. Dorito stares right at the television set, while Alicia and Christy sit on another bench in another part of the room also watching the set, seeing Harrison grab the ropes.

Alicia: Get back on him, Chris!

Harrison right away clutches his shoulder as Matthews relents. HCK stands back up and immediately grabs Harrison's hurt arm once again and drags him into the center of the ring.

Christy: Get it!

Trying to re-apply the lock in mid-ring, Matthews goes into a spin but the desperate Harrison grabs onto Matthews and delivers him to a roll up. 1....2....3! The bell sounds and a split-second before, we find Harrison with a handful of Matthews' trunks.

Dorito: NO! Dammit!

Dorito stands up quickly but pauses in seering pain while relenting a wild yelp as the trainers grab his shoulders, holding him in place as the teferee leaps up to his feet as the crowd comes alive and he quickly summons the WWFW Championship Belt.

Tommy: It's Harrison! Sean does it again!!

Spades: WHAT?

Trainer 1: Just sit back down Dorito.

Tommy: The first ever 2 time WWFW World Champion!

Dorito slowly sits back down, clutching at the back of his neck with his teeth clenched. Harrison sits up slowly, hearing his theme music blare aloud. Mathews stands up in irate fashion. Molly quickly asserts herself into the situation, climbing into the ring, and he yells at the Official who's trying to shove past and hand Sean the WWFW Championship.

Vinnie: Chris Matthews can't believe it!

Spades: The idiot had a handful of tights.

Chris Matthews immediately tries to plead his case but to no avail. The Referee shoves past Molly and kneels down to drape the belt over Sean's shoulder.

Alicia: I can't believe this.

Christy: He had him!

Vinnie: HCK is trying to explain the trunks to the Referee but he'll hear none of it.

Spades: Look at this. It's driving Matthews nuts!

Chris runs both hands down the sides of his face with an angry look upon his face. After a couple moments of watching Sean return to his feet with the Referee's help, he snaps. Matthews shoves the referee aside and nails Sean Harrison. With the belt dropping to the mat, HCK scoops him a helpless, and fatigued Harrison, and plunges him into his newly won Belt with his patented Samurai Driver.

Spades: WHOA! I think he just broke Sean's neck!!

A loud mixed reaction comes over the crowd as an emotional Chris Matthews stands up and glares down at a now unconscious Sean Harrison. Molly looks on and slowly approaches, almost surprised, and the music suddenly fades. A slow zoom in becomes a close up of Chris Matthews as the WWFW Copyright appears, then the scene fades to black on the screen.

Trainer 2: Okay, you keep watch on him while I go check on how the others are doing with Loanwolfe.

Trainer 1: Alright, Bob.

Bob: You just stay right here, Dorito.

Bob then steps over the bench, walking toward the locker room door. He grabs ahold of the handle, pulling it open. The trainer then exits the room, the door shutting itself behind him as Alicia and Christy look over at Dorito.

Christy: How you feeling?

Dorito coughs, a few signs of laughter, as he raises his eyebrow while trying to look over at her out of the side of his eye without changing position.

Dorito: I feel like a million bucks.

Christy: Sorry, I was just trying to be kind.

Dorito: I know, but you didn't let me finish. I feel like a million bucks, that's been dumped over a bridge in a suitcase, but instead of hitting the passing ferry below, it misses and nails the water and the suitcase explodes. And since we've got this camera man in here, I'm assuming we're shooting some sort of extra bonus promos or whatever for the DVD. So how about just looking at me, maybe a shot of the trainer behind me as well.

The camera man drops to his knees, focusing in on a shot of Dorito on the bench, the camera man behind him. A couple of seconds pass as Dorito stares at the blank screen before beginning to speak in a semi-exhausted voice.

Dorito: Loanwolfe, tonight I came to Philadelphia for two things. One, to kick your ass and get redemption for all the crap you've said and done about me for the past two months. For some this was a night of honor, but as the show ends, it was a dishonorable way for Sean Harrison to regain the world title. But for me, this was my night of retribution. And what do you do? You risk your body, your life, with a high risk move to the outside. Number two, what you did to me, to yourself, proves to me that you are adamant about the top title in this promotion. And you know what being knocked out and counted out beside you does to me? It makes me want the title this much more.

He puts his finger and thumb close together, showing the camera. Dorito then begins to stand back up, straining and groaning from the simple process of doing so while Alicia and Christy come into view, on each side of Dorito to check on him.

Trainer: Please sir, sit back down and rest.

Christy: It'll be okay D.

Dorito throws the ice packs and towel off, screaming in agony from just doing that. He collapses to his knees in front of the camera, Alicia and Christy bending over to watch him with their arms hanging down.

Dorito: And I will get a rematch, Steve. I will get in that ring again with you, title or no title, I will get in the ring with you, and I will beat you. AWWW!

He puts his head back, his jaw hanging open for a few seconds.

Dorito: I will beat you! I WILL BEAT YOU!!

He holds the back of his neck as he brings his head back down and stares into the camera.

Dorito: Because while you're busy liquoring up at the bar with your damned friends, and listening to your motormouth manager drone on about merchandise and advertising, I will be in the gym. I'll even take a few words of advice from the great Hulk Hogan, and though I won't be saying any prayers, I'll be taking my vitamins, and be getting ready for the next time we step in the ring together.

The door to the locker room bursts open, in storming HCK along with Molly, shouting plenty of obscenities. Alicia and Christy help Dorito in getting back up, and sitting down on the bench where the trainer puts the ice packs and towel back around Dorito's neck.

Matthews shoves the door open with enough force for it to hit the wall on the inside of the room, causing Alicia, Christy, Molly, and Dorito to stare at him.

Matthews: Christ! How the fuck does someone get away with a blatant attempt at a cheap win?

Dorito says nothing, meanwhile breathing slightly heavier as Matthews looks around in disgust.

Matthews: Sean Harrison is a marked fuckin’ man! I can’t wait ‘till I get the opportunity to choke his ass to death. I’m so gonna’ fucking punch his damn teeth in!

Molly: Chris, I think you should calm down. Although this rage could definitely sell as a movie. Maybe something with necrophilia where you kill your wife accidentally and...

Matthews looks at Molly and simply stares. Molly looks back at him with a dominant look and he quickly looks away, so not to be seduced.

Matthews: FUUUCK!! I am going to kick Harrison’s mouth in until I feel satisfied with what I’ve done!

Molly: Angry much?

Matthews: Jesus Christ, yes. Fuckin’ bitch!

Matthews once again takes it upon himself to kick the wall as hard as he can, which causes him to wince in pain, but he seems not to care.

Molly: Chris, tell me you did not just call me a bitch!

Matthews: no, I was talking about that WHORE, Sean Harrison. This shit is fucked up. I’m getting a mother fuckin’ rematch and I’m going to show him why I’m called Hard-core.

Dorito looks up and rubs the back of his neck gently, and laughs a little, with a smirk on his face.

Matthews: What’s his deal?

Christy: He just shot a promo for the dvd.

Mathews: For now, I’m going to kick Harrison’s ass.

Just by the mention of the name, Matthews turns completely irate, and launches another hard fist at the wall, and walks out, swearing as he leaves, the door hitting the wall as he storms out. The door shuts behind him on its own, while everyone else stays in the room, just sorta looking at the door.

Alicia: I guess the best part to come out of tonight, is that now we no longer have to see that filthy slut Kylie, right?

Dorito: Right sis. I only hired her for today to be my manager.

Alicia: And you see what happened because of her? Loanwolfe damn near broke your neck out there. You should be so lucky to be going to Greensboro next monday.

Christy: At least you've got a week to rest your neck. Two days rest, then some bridge work for an hour over the next few days after and you should be fine come your match with Larz.

Dorito: I don't think I've ever faced Larz one on one, ever. And in that triple threat a couple weeks ago, I put Sean down so he could get that pinfall. Larz pinned the new world champion, something I've done two or three times already.

Molly: Will you get dressed already? I'm STARVIN'!

Christy: I know a great place to get some Philly cheese-steaks. Matt showed me a great place the last time we were here, and we were never bothered.

Alicia: What do you mean by you and Matt?

Molly: Yeah? Matt as in Matt Helmsley?

Christy: Yeah.

Alicia: What did you do with Matt?

Alicia and Molly, growing agitated and slightly hostile toward Christy as they stare at her.

Dorito: Should I leave the room or go get Kylie or something cause you could turn this into a big fatal fourway or something.

Alicia goes and yanks the ice pack off of the back of Dorito's skull and smacks upside the head. Dorito falls to his knees off the bench, exhaling a great deal as he freezes in place from pain while he clasps at his neck.

Alicia: I don't want you to ever say her name or do anything with her EVER AGAIN!! DO YOU HEAR ME?!!

Christy gets down on her knees beside Dorito, getting almost face to face with him as she reaches around, lightly massaging the sides of his neck and lobes. Meanwhile Alicia just stares down at Dorito, seemingly justified, while Molly looks at her.

Molly: I hate her, she was such a bitch. Sure she's got a dynamic ass, great boobs, hot body, a pretty face, nice hair, and...

Alicia turns toward Molly, slightly shoving her back a little.

Alicia: God Molly. Sounds like you're falling in love with her or something. I need to get out of here.

Molly: Good, let's go get something to eat. You two coming?

Christy looks up from Dorito, while continuing to massage his neck.

Christy: Can't you see he's in a lot of pain right now?

Alicia: Well duh Christy, Loanwolfe broke his neck off the top rope through a table at ringside like an hour ago.

Christy: And all you can think about is eating?

Alicia: I haven't eaten in like twelve hours, and that was a bag of nuts on the airplane cause I was hungry then and couldn't wait the extra hour before we got to the building.

Molly: So you coming, Christy?

Christy: What about Dorito?

Alicia: Leave him, he's too hurt to eat anyways and would probably just vomit or something, way gross. And totally embarassing in public.

Molly: At least with him being here, people know him, so he'd be fine. Besides, when Matthews comes back, D can just go with him.

Christy: He's your brother Alic', and you're just ditching him here? I think I'm gonna stay with him.

Alicia: Whatever. Let's go, Moll'.

Alicia and Molly turn toward the door and walk to it, Molly pulling the door open allowing Alicia to step out. Molly follows out and lets the door shut behind her on its own.

Trainer: Wow, they seem pretty uptight.

Christy: Yeah, they get that way sometimes when their blood-alcohol level gets down to pure zero.

Trainer: I'd hate to be you guys when they're PMS'ing. But if you don't mind, I'm gonna go check a couple of the other wrestlers, grab myself a quick bite from the food table before they toss it all, then I'll check back on you, alright Dorito?

Dorito: Mmmm.

Dorito has his eyes closed as Christy sits on the bench just behind him, massaging away at the back of his neck, head, and shoulders. The scene holds on that for a few seconds, then fades out to nothing.