The scene begins today near the top of the staircase, showing Dorito in a pair of black khakis, his fingernails painted a dark blue color, as he sits with a phone in hand, help up to his ear. His knees block the site of what is on the front of his black shirt.

Dorito: I know, and if I were from Canada, I'd probably say I was proud to be Canadian too, but I'm not. And I'm not from America, I'm from Germany. Born in Germany, raised in Germany. I am prejudiced against becoming president of this country, so why can't I criticize? ...Good point. But still, I don't care, I'm not American, and if I ever came face to face with Bush, he'd spin around and throw his arm around me for some quick photo op. That's all he can do, take pictures in public and try to count past five without throwing his other hand in front of his face. ...Screw the Crow. Screw Loanwolfe. Screw his little nightmares. I don't care if he does sleep with a three foot tall plush Barney doll at night. I really don't. ...Hahaha, but I had my run-in with him too, or I guess a run-in with Draven's foot when he superkicked me and called for a match with the Crow and he just pins me while Draven makes a pin. I fight three guys in one night, my debut night, to win the television title, and he takes it away from me just two weeks later? The same title that Loanwolfe later on comes to possess. That was my title, and he took it and threw it at Loanwolfe. ...But Loanwolfe stole my precious Ironman title, and now, now Kylie, it's time for retribution. And I mean like bringing a soda bottle in for a nickel redemption like in some states, but in this case I'm bringing an ass kicking and a brief hospital stay and getting the Ironman championship in return. ...I dunno, Angel was saying her family always had to pay a nickel for every can or bottle when buying stuff, and would get it back when returned. ...Yeah, she's this girl next door. Just moved her with her family a couple of months ago. ...Yeah, she's hot. ...I think she's 17.

Voice: Dorito.

A voice, from the bottom of the staircase, the voice belonging to that of Christy.

Dorito: That's just Christy.

Christy: Just Christy? Gee, where's the love? Who are you talking to?

Dorito: Look, I gotta go. But I'll see you in Philadelphia? ...Cool, bye.

He clicks a button, setting the cordless phone down on the step beside him. He then stands up, revealing his black shirt to say "Life is Fake, Wrestling is Real" in white letters. Dorito starts walking down the staircase, coming into sight is Christy wearing a black bikini with a purple mesh shirt over the top.

Christy: So who were you talking to?

Dorito: No one.

Christy: Well I guess if you're gonna meet her in Philly...

Dorito: How could you tell she's a her?

Christy: The tone of your voice. That and I'm a female, I know these things D.

Dorito: I honestly cannot wait until I'm in that ring with Loanwolfe. All that stuff he said after Madness, and if it wasn't for everyone in the back holding me back and basically forcing me out of the building, I would have killed him for saying what he did about April. About you.

Christy: Aw, that's so sweet.

She puts her hand out, touching him under the chin with the tips of her fingers, then she suddenly jumps in the air, right into his arms. She puts her arm around him and leans her head against his shoulder.

Dorito: It's something called honor, and pride. He shits on me, then I throw him headfirst into a porta-potty and get him elevated upside down. Step out the thing, and tip it over with him inside. And I'll make him eat his own shit.

Christy: Doesn't sound too appetizing to me.

Dorito: He's spewing it out like nothing else, just figured I'd put it back where it came from.

He walks with her over into the living room.

Dorito: Who else is here?

Christy: Hm, just you and me. Everyone else went to the beach, and to watch CJ film a part in some movie, and Alicia, Molly, Angel were gonna try to get parts as extras. Kinda wish I had gone down too. But...

Standing behind the couch adjacent to the wall, he holds her out in front of him and drops her from his arms, right down onto the couch. She falls the few feet, bouncing off the cushions a half foot before coming back down to rest.

Dorito: But you got left here with me, alone.

Dorito slips back a couple of steps to stand in front of the kitchen table as she sorta sits up, turning to face Dorito with her folded arms resting on the back edge of the couch, with her chin resting down on it as she smiles while looking at him.

Christy: You know, I could really go for some blueberry pie.

Dorito: Blueberry pie?

Christy: Yeah, I LOVE blueberry pie. How about you, D? What's your favorite kind of pie?

Dorito: Well, I've always been partial to...meh, nevermind.

Christy: No, go on, say it.

Dorito: Nah, you'd just hit me.

He snickers, a half-smile on his face as he looks at her.

Christy: I'm not gonna hit you over your favorite kind of pie.

She climbs over the couch, getting to a seated position on the back-edge of the couch, her hands beside her as she flicks her hair back and just gazes at him. Dorito pauses for a couple of seconds, just kinda looking at her, then ever-slightly shakes his head and speaks again.

Dorito: Well, I've always been partial to..poontang pie!

She presses off the couch, landing on her feet and takes a couple steps and throws her arm around him and puts him into a headlock.

Christy: Say your real favorite!

Dorito: Poontang!

She squeezes on the hold, and Dorito smiles as he puts a hand on her back and another on the back of her butt and just lifts her up high into the air.

Christy: AHHHH!!

She screams in joy, smiling as she keeps the headlock on while he just walks around with her. She kicks her feet, as he just spins around in circles.

Christy: AHHHHH! Lemme down! Lemme down!

After a couple more rotations towards the side-end of the couch furthest from the wall, and closest to that wall of Alicia's room, Dorito steps aside and seizes opportunity of her letting of the headlock and just throws her up in the air, coming inches within reach of touching the ceiling, but then begins to turn her body as she comes back down, right into Dorito's waiting arms. He catches her, then falls forward onto the couch, landing on top of her. Together they bounce from the landing, Christy screaming and giggling at the same time. She locks eyes with him, then shoves him over, knocking him off of her and the couch, and Dorito crashes onto the ground on his back. She then turns over and drops down, landing on top of him. Her legs folded, she sits on his lap while she has her hands out, on the ground by the sides of his head, on his hair. They gaze into each other's eyes, she licking her lips, then lifting her left hand to graze it just over her left ear, tucking her hair behind it to little use except the one strand as the rest of her light brown and blonde highlighted hair hangs by her sides. Moments pass, they just staring at each other, their faces just six inches apart.

Christy: Now tell me, what is your real favorite kind of pie.

Dorito: Honestly, it's orange pie.

Christy: Orange?

Dorito: Yeah.

Christy: Hm.

Dorito: But it's not common, so I usually go with blueberry.

Christy: Now there's the right answer.

More moments pass, as she leans in an inch or two closer.

Dorito: You've got really gorgeous green eyes.

Christy: Thank you.

She leans in an inch closer, the two of them both feeling the breath of the other against their faces as their faces are just an inch or two apart.

Christy: Say, I've got an idea on something we could do.

Dorito: Yes?

He exhales, she briefly closing her eyes, feeling his hot breath against the skin of her cheeks, nose, and lips. She then reopens them and stares straight at him, lowering herself down an inch more, her lips just shy of touching his, as she turns her head sideways a little.

Christy: What if we...

Dorito: Yes?

Christy: ...go get some blueberry pie?

Dorito: Yea...(closing his eyes and lifting his head a little as she pulls her head back a few inches, thusly he reopens his.)...what?

Christy: Yeah, come on, I'm hungry, and I feel like having some pie.

She pushes back to her feet, looking down at him, as he just drops his head against the floor.

Dorito: You want pie..now?

Christy: Yes. Now come on, get up. Let's go out and get something to eat, after you uh..(pointing at his private area)..take care of that bulge.

Dorito raises his head, looking at his umm...ya know, "bulge", and drops his head back, shaking it from side to side.

Christy: So you should probably go take care of that before you poke someone with that thing, cause there's enough wood to start a forest fire.

A few seconds pass, Dorito just rubs his eyes in embarassment.

Christy: Come on, do I have to offer you a Dorito-snack or something to get you up? And by up, I mean on your feet, not your-uhh, hehe.

He laughs a second, then sits up, getting serious as he looks at her.

Dorito: Wait, you're inviting me out?

Christy: Call it what you want, but get on your feet before I grab that thing, put a leash around it, throw a luge under you, and drag you along. Then, I don't know, maybe go see a movie or something.

Dorito: Pie and a movie?

Christy: Yeah. So you want to see Fantastic Four?

Dorito: Uh sure, I mean I've already got it downloaded on my computer and...

Christy: Pff, what do I have to do with you? Look, I'll even pay for your ticket. Movies play in theaters, Dorito. It may be a new thing for you, or I don't know what you did with April, but she's in your past. Now get up and lets go.

She looks down, extending her hand out. He puts his up, she grabs it and pulls him to his feet.

Christy: Now, go take care of that thing and lets go.

He snickers as he looks at her for a couple of seconds, then walks around her and the couch, and heads toward the staircase. He has his head back the whole time, staring back at her as she smiles back. He walks and ends up walking into the corner of the wall by the staircase and stumbles back, holding the side of his face as she laughs. He then looks toward the stairs and begins walking up them, shortly disappearing from site as the scene fades out.