Our Riot broadcast pans around ringside, there's no music running, but the fans seem to be interested by something happening at the top of the ramp.

The camera pans up from the bottom of the ramp centering on a woman walking down towards the ring. Her disheveled hair falls down past her slumped shoulders.

Her face is swollen and tinged the shade of pink that only appears following a long night(s) spent crying. Anyone who has been watching the shows recently recognizes her as Cherese Lee-Storm, the wife of Cody Storm, and a woman more familiar with The Monster than she probably wishes.

She steps into the ring carrying a microphone and lifts it to start speaking, but quickly lets her arm fall to her side again. She takes a moment to gather herself before trying again.

Cherese Lee-Storm: I'd like for my husband to come out here please....

It seems the video from The Clash involving her husband and his therapist was enough to prove to her that her husband and The Monster are one in the same.... or at least two sides to the same record.

Her voice is weak, there's not really a whole lot of force in it. It's reflected in the lack of a response backstage. She gives it another shot.

Cherese Lee-Storm: I'd like for my husband to come out here please....

She gives it a moment, but a moment turns into two, and it's clear nothing's going to happen like this. That tinge of pink quickly turns to a harsher red painting her cheeks with the temper of the legendary scorned woman.

Cherese Lee-Storm: GET YOUR A** OUT HERE RIGHT NOW MONSTER!!!!!!!

The Camera Pans To The Ramp

	She's going to get herself killed! What is she crazy?!
	She has to be at least half crazy, I mean she did marry a man that professes to be the Son of God.

The Monster stands in the very center of the ring, staring a hole into Cherese, who is not entirely insane as she has put as much distance between herself and The Monster as she can without leaving the ring.

The Monster: You rang?

Cherese Lee-Storm: That's it?! That's all you have for me? "You rang?" No apologies? No explanation? No nothing? YOU JUST LEFT!

The Monster: I didn't just leave, I scorched the Earth first. Don't leave that part out please.

The grin unfolds from under his mask. Cherese turns her head away, disgusted. But she forces her neck to return facing forward, forces herself to face what's in front of her.

Cherese Lee-Storm: Yeah.... Well I'm not just going to leave. My husband's still in there somewhere, and I'm not just going to leave him.

She starts stepping towards The Monster. Something about her changes as she takes each step. She seems to be growing stronger, the fear that was behind her eyes replaced with resolve.

Cherese Lee-Storm: Cody...

She takes his face in her palms and The Monster doesn't react, letting it happen.

Cherese Lee-Storm: Cody, I know you're in there. And I know that this isn't you. Cody, I need you to come back. For me. For Suzie.... Please!

The grin fades from Storm's face, his eyes lighten and some of the tension in his jaw seems to relax. A tear starts rolling down his face.

Cherese's hands untie the straps holding the mask on and revealing the painted face of Cody Storm. His arms clasp around his wife's waist as they embrace.

	So the Son of God is back?
	I guess the Son of God is ba........

Before Poling can finish his sentence the embrace turns into an attack. The Monster hoists Cherese up onto his shoulders and walks around the ring with her struggling to get free as the grin slides across The Monster's face once again.

The crowd reigns down boos, not wanting to watch this scene, but unwilling to do anything about it. The Monster returns to the center of the ring before twisting Cherese around and dropping her face first onto the canvas.

She lies there, facedown, not moving. The Monster gets down to her level, lying on his back next to her and starts singing to her.

The Monster: I watched your bruises grow,
Strangely beautiful,
Purple and yellow.
You said, "Don't.
Don't take me home. Don't take me home. Don't take me home.

He starts kicking his feet with the last words, clearly enjoying himself. He crawls slowly to the edge of the ring retrieving his fallen mask and rolling to the floor.

He begins walking his way back up the ramp, leaving Cherese as she is.

As he makes his way up medical attendants are trying to make their way down and he gets in their face, impeding their progress but not stopping them altogether.

He ties his mask back on and throws his head up as he walks behind the curtain, the whole time singing at the top of his lungs: "DON'T TAKE ME HOME, DON'T TAKE ME HOME, DON'T TAKE ME HOME......"

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What a dirty son of a bitch!
	Quiet he might hear you!

The Camera Pans To The Ramp!

Drago elatedly looks at the crowd as the chants of "DRRRAAAAAGGGGOOOOOOOOO" fill the arena, spreading like wildfire. Drago takes his newly crafted North American Championship and raises it, which garners cheers from the crowd.

He returns the championship around his waist. Drago leans on the ropes and asks for a mic, which is promptly delivered to him by an official. Drago puts his hand on his chin, contemplating what he's going to say. The crowd dies down and Drago starts to speak.

Drago Cesar: It was about this time one year ago where I said that I probably not come back. I beat the Mugen for North American Championship first time, but I broke my ass. Could not compete.

Drago paces around the ring.

Drago Cesar: But I came back! I came back to prove point! To prove that I'm NOT flash in pan! I'm not going home, I'm not going anywhere! This title belong on me, and I belong in OCW!

Drago Cesar: Last night, Mugen gave me fight of my life. Kendo sticks, baseball bats, lariats, chairs, he threw everything he had at me, try to end my career. He try to prove to you people that I'm phony. He try to kill Johnny Law to freak me out, make me scared. But he did not make me scared, he made me PISSED. So I did what I'm have to do, for myself, for Johnny, and for the people. I'm kick it his ass!

The crowd pops.

Drago Cesar: But the Mugen could not realize that I really was better man. So he throw away North American title. Say that I don't deserve, almost killed bossman. Well, Mugen, I say to hell with your belt, you know that I'm real champion! And if I know you like I know you, you want that rematch! It burn the inside of you, you want to beat me if it is last thing you do! I'll be waiting.

Drago points to his championship, getting some cheers. Drago turns to the ramp, pointing to it.

Drago Cesar: I know everybody in back looking at me with this title. Anybody who think they can step up and take my championship, go ahead. I don't care if it is man, beast, alien, animal, or monster, I will defend this title against ANYBODY, ANY PLACE, ANY TIME. I do not back down, I do not run away, because I am a fighting champion! And also because......

I AM INVINCIBLE!!!!!!!!!

Drago drops the mic as the crowd showers him with cheers. The feed fades to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	He's ready to take on all comers!
	But is that wise?

A.C Cobra vs K.D Angelo

The camera pans to the announce team.

	OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIVE IT!!!
	I know right, his pants changed color! Es Magico!

The streets are still pulsating from OCW's first ever rap battle that took place at The Clash. The Buddy Burns and Y.S.L. beef hasn't been settled yet even with the battle and match behind them. Their fans and groupies took to social media and some to the streets as reports of Asian vs. Black violence were up nearly 50%.

The AAACP (African Americans Against Caucasian People) has sent a representative to help mediate the conflict. The renowned Dr. Malcolm Jackson Freeman the 2nd is currently sitting at a small table with Buddy and Y.S.L, their respective entourages standing behind them. You could slice the tension with a butter knife as Dr. Freeman isn't too far into the proceedings when the camera crew arrives.

Dr. Freeman: The Asian man and the Black man should not be at war...their children should not be fighting in the streets...that's exactly what the White man wants. He wants us building his railroads and plowing his fields, rapping about violence and doing his karate movies. Don't allow them to subjugate you or your people! Use your influence in the community to fight the prejudice against you! Can I get a AMEN!?

Dr. Freeman stands from his seat and raises his arms, his multitude of jewelry rattles in unison. Gianni and Big Phil both chime in with a AMEN. Both Buddy and Y.S.L look at each other and shrug their shoulders.

Dr. Freeman: Praise be the Lord, tonight you will resolve your conflict, you will become the instruments of change for the greater good of all your people. I can see it now...Buddy Burns, Y.S.L the hammer and nail in the coffins of this corrupt and racist system defiling our youth.

Buddy and Y.S.L slowly start to nod in agreement.

Dr. Freeman: The beautiful music you will make will cleanse the souls of the unrighteous...but only if you believe you have the power....Do you have the POWER! I said-um DO YOU HAAAAAAAAAAVE THE POWER!

Y.S.L hops up from his seat and smashes his palms on the table.

Y.S.L: I HAVE THE POWWWWWWWWA!

Seeing Y.S.L say he has "the power" immediately forces Buddy to reciprocate.

Buddy: I HAVE THE POWWWWWWWER!

Dr. Freeman: WE HAVE THE POWER, Say it with me... WE HAVE THE POWERRRRRRRR...I said a...

Dr. Freeman places his hand on both Buddy and Y.S.L's foreheads.

Buddy & Y.S.L: WE HAVE THE POWWWWWWWWWWWWWA!

They clap palms as both their entourages continue to shout "AMEN" and "We have the power".

Dr Freeman: Tonight we have witnessed a true blessing from the heavens....tonight the Buddy Burns and the Y.S.L have become one with the power and brought strength and understanding to their people. I leave here knowing I have done the Lord's work and there is a brighter future for all Asian and Black people alike.

Buddy's entourage and Y.S.L's crew all begin to mingle among themselves as Dr. Freeman tries to figure out who's writing his check. Buddy and Y.S.L both look at each other and shake their heads as the camera fades.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Increase the peace my brothers!!
	Why does this feel like a new tag team! Air Shanghai!