The scene begins in some hotel room, featuring Special K, with Dorito and Chris Matthews walking around and inbetween two queen-size beds with the women laying on them. Monday night, approximately one hour after Madness has gone off the air. The women are still in their rave clothing, Matthews in his green and black leisure suit, with Dorito still in his wrestling gear.

Dorito: I still can't fucking believe this!

Alicia: How could she have done this? How could Hitman have not forseen this coming? He should've known she was using him all along. All for this.

Molly: I bet it was her idea in the first place for him to sell and get out.

Alicia: Fucking cunt.

HCK: Was Z-Bone in on this?

Dorito pauses, looking up, and over at Chris.

CJ: I could see that happening.

Christy: Cause it was his money that was used to buy WWFW. Z and Kylie could be in this together. Cause he does seem kinda creepy and his gal Val has taken a liking to our group.

Alicia: And if he wins next week, he can take all the gold, hold top contendership to all titles, and insure he gets the belts, especially if that cum-guzzling slut were in his pants, or him in hers.

Molly: I don't even feel like going to the rave anymore, not to mention I can't borrow the camera crew and equipment for free with Kylie in charge.

Dorito: And she had the audacity to just up and leave after all that happened.

CJ: I can't stand this anymore. All this complaining, I need a drink. Anyone want to come with?

CJ gets off the bed, standing up.

Christy: I will.

Dorito: What do you mean you will? You can't go!

Christy: The hell I can't. We're here in Miami, got a hotel on the beach, and all you want to do is be hostile. It's eating at me and I can't stand so much anger so I need to go cool down and just have some fun. Let's go Ceej.

Christy rolls off the bed and gets to her feet.

Molly: Count me in. That skanky bitch ain't gonna kill my night, and I need some sex.

HCK: I'd be more tha...

Molly: NOT from you!

HCK: Well could I at least watch?

Everyone just goes quite for several seconds, staring at Matthews.

HCK: I meant to say, could I hold the camera?

Molly: No, because we don't have a camera. That fucking Hitman gave Kylie everything, and she wouldn't piss on us if we were on fire.

Alicia: And now we have to go to San Francisco next week for Madness. Kylie's never gonna even let us get in the building.

CJ: I'm out of here.

CJ walks toward the door.

Christy: I'm going with!

Molly: Me too!

Molly gets off the bed, following after Christy who chases CJ out the hotel room, leaving Alicia laying on one bed, while Dorito and HCK stand.

HCK: Well, I guess there isn't too much to do but...

Matthews plops down on the bed next to Alicia.

HCK: Hey ba-by.

Alicia: God I need a drink.

She gets off the bed, to her feet.

HCK: I'll go down with ya.

He gets up as well, while Dorito just has his mouth open while he stares at them walking out the door, which shuts behind them on its own.

Dorito: What the hell kind of week has this been? April gets back from New Orleans and calls to blame me for the hurricane when she got there early saturday morning before running out of money a couple days later and then coming back much earlier than she wanted. Katrina hits and everything happens, I go to Jacksonville to get Matthews then come here to Miami looking forward to a match with Larz and kicking his ass again, only to have Z-Bone offer me a LOT of money for my world title shot, only for Kylie to turn around and have me use that money to buy the company, only for her to screw me on the deal and I get what? Nothing! Not even a thank you for beating Zorro in his hometown of Chicago a couple weeks ago and setting up the events for tonight to play out. And he's probably in some jet with Kylie, going to wherever. And I'm stuck in a hotel room in Miami at the beach while my tag partner, my sister, and her friends are going out clubbing not for fun, but because they want to get drunk and forget today. But I cannot forget tonight. I will not forget.

He sits down on the bed, running his hands through his hair to the back of his where he massages his scalp as he just looks downward.

Dorito: Tomorrow is a new day, a sunrise will mean a new dawn for a new day. But if I can find that bitch tonight, there will be no tomorrow. No regrets, no guilt, no mercy, all pain. For I will drown out my cries of pain with screams of anger, and laughter as I hurt those who pain me. I live with my anguish because it is real. I am real. And I don't need something to wash it away and just make things go away because I don't want to remember it. If I have to become a demon to fight the other demons of the world, then I will.

The door opens back up again, with Chris Matthews coming in.

HCK: Hey buddy, me and your sis are gonna go have some sex on the beach. You wanna come?

Dorito: Get the fuck outta here!

Dorito turns his body, grabbing a pillow off the bed and twists to hurl it at Matthews, hitting him in the chest and falling to the ground.

HCK: What the heck dude? Just trying to be cool, besides, there's a ton of chicks down in the bar that would probably dig you man. It's time you get laid. And I think Christy has a thing for you.

Matthews shuts the door, leaving Dorito to just breathe, exhaling as he stares at the door for several moments. His eyebrows suddenly pop up, and grows less tense.

Dorito: Christy?

Whispering to himself, Dorito looks down, staring at the carpet as the scene fades out.