The scene starts at night in Las Vegas, where we begin several hours after the second anniversary of Madness has ended, and are at a wedding chapel, somewhere in Las Vegas. Sitting in a blue mitsubishi eclipse spyder with the hood down for the convertible look, is Dorito in the driver's seat and Kylie Muller in the passenger. Dorito, with his hair tied back and "Radical" t-shirt on, looks at the priest who is handing him a document, while Kylie is about passed out.
Priest: I now pronounce you, husband and wife! You may kiss your bride and may God have mercy on your souls. Thanks you, come again!
Dorito smiles as he holds his document, and turns to kiss Kylie on the mouth when everything seems to go fuzzy and black, then turns to Kylie waking up in her bed at night, seemingly waking up from a nightmare as she's breathing heavily. She holds the comforter close to her chest, calming her heartbeat down.
Kylie: That was a horrible nightmare. Me and Dorito?
Voice: What about me?
Kylie turns her head, noticing the sleeping body next to her own in the bed. An unknowing look on her face, as she turns her head.
Kylie: Matt?
Remaining silent, she pokes whoever it is in the back, and he turns and sits up to reveal Dorito. She half-screams as he's missing his shirt and he has his eyes half-open. She ducks under the sheets while he just gives her an odd look.
Dorito: What are you doing, honey?
Kylie: AHHHHH!!! Get out of my bed!
She grabs at the covers, pulling them toward her as she gets out of bed in the darkened room, wrapping herself up in them.
Dorito: Your bed?
Kylie: Yeah! What do you think? That I would sleep with someone like you?!
Dorito: Well that's a harsh thing to say.
Kylie: Well considering what you did to everyone tonight at Madness?
Dorito: Madness was two days ago, remember?
She has a blank look on her face.
Kylie: This has to be another nightmare.
Dorito: It's not, honey.
Kylie: Dorito, I want you out of my room right now!
Dorito: Heh, YOUR room? Hehe...you don't remember anything do you?
She just has another blank expression on her face as she stares coldly at him.
Dorito: Notice that ring on your finger? Don't you remember at the rave telling me you wanted to get out of there as soon as you can? That you wanted to take me somewhere private?
Kylie: No no no...
Dorito: Well that ring didn't cost fifty cents, and isn't made out of plastic. And we're still in Las Vegas, but honey, we're married.
Kylie: NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
Dorito applies his thumb and index finger to the corners of his eyes nearest his nose for a moment before she shuts up. Dorito, in a half-sarcastic, half-happy tone of voice continues on.
Dorito: Look at all the great things about this, honey.
Kylie: Stop calling me that!
Dorito: Baby, look who you're married to. The triple crown winner, the triangle champion, and your life has just become a whole new show.
Kylie: You just referred our marriage to a wrestling catchphrase?! I want to get a divorce right now!
Dorito: Are you sure you want to do that? Because as your husband, since you forced me to get married to you, a divorce would cost you half of WWFW. Half, which taken away, I know you wouldn't make up out of your own money, and probably can't.
Kylie: You, you can't do this!
Dorito: Hey, you forced me into it.
Kylie: I barely even remember monday!
Dorito: Alicia got it all on video.
Kylie: That little cunt!
Dorito: Hey-hey, that's no way to talk to your sister-in-law like that.
Kylie: I hate you.
Dorito: And that's what's killing this marriage, because I love you.
Kylie: Look, I'm gonna go take a shower and by the time I'm done, you BETTER be out of my room!
Dorito: You mean, OUR honeymoon suite.
Kylie: OUT!
Dorito: But what about WWFW? As your husband and new co-owner now, I...
Kylie: Co-owner! I think not!
Dorito: Come on, sweety...
She screams as she walks around, locating the bathroom and walking into it, slamming the door shut behind her.
Dorito: Sweety!
Kylie: OUT!
Kylie's voice heard screeching from the other side of the door as Dorito sits in bed.
Dorito: Man, I never knew marriage was so hard. Hehe, it is time for a new year in my life...and in the lives of everyone else.
Dorito gets out of bed, heading toward the bathroom as the scene focuses on the small amount of fluorescent neon glow coming in from the windows to see the heart-shaped bed before fading out to black.
