The scene shifts back to the present, inside a Riot dressing room, with Madison holding her stomach as if she were sick. She shook her head, backing away from the monitor.

The blonde grabbed her coat and rushed for the dressing room door. It opened just before Stacy Clark could knock.

Stacy: Hey, you saw what happend tonight, I don't think you want to disturb the boss at this juncture! Things have been hectic since the incident. I'm sure he'll be willing to help you with whatever the problem is. Patience is key.

Stacy gives Madison a reassuring smile. Madison looks a bit dazed and vomits all over Stacy’s shoes before walking off toward the parking lot without an apology.

Scene end

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Madison better get he stuff together, this ain't the time!
	Ohh lord have mercy this gon, be good!

No Limit Rhymers’ music video debut was a major success with thousands of views on Youtube and various celebrity tweets about it just within the last hour or so. If the music video got only a single view 2 Rhyme Crew and The Artist would still be having the most awesome after party in the history of after parties.

The Artist and CEO of Promised Land Productions reserved a meeting hall at a local Hampton Suites luxury hotel with all the bells and whistles. He also reserved nearly an entire floor of rooms for the after-after party if you know what I’m saying…

Of course there’s an open bar, half naked women, very loud music and a smoke cloud hovering over the whole party, normal for an after party. What’s not normal is a full-fledged kungfu fight, a baby giraffe in a bowtie, a slip and slide and an Asian in a Captain America outfit throwing his shield at moving human targets.

Rhyme Tyme, The Artist and their entourage are engaging in all the vices they can handle. Double fisting two bottles of Patron Buddy Burns seems to be holding a conversation with 2 Korean women. The two petite sized women are still taller than Buddy by a few inches seem to be enjoying his company.

The rhythmic sound of his voice seems as if he speaks fluent Korean. Buddy gives one of them his bottle of Patron and smacks the other on the ass sending them on their way as Y.S.L approaches him.

Y.S.L.: Since when do you speak Korean son?

Buddy: My ska-ska-skills break lang…lang…language barriers yo!

The Great Yellow Hope nearly falls over with laughter, he takes a gulp from a silver chalice the size of Buddy’s arm.

Y.S.L: You can’t even speak English right son…you better git gud scrub!

Buddy: Make-make fun of my drunk stutter all-all you want…just tell me where Dee Dee is.

A tad puzzled, Y.S.L. takes another sip.

Y.S.L.: Dee…Dee Who?

Buddy:….Dee…Dee…DEEZ NUTZ!!! Sta….sta…*burp* stutter on those!

Buddy laughs so hard he nearly chokes to death. Y.S.L. not too impressed brushes the dirt off his shoulder and pops his collar.

Y.S.L.: At least I don’t smell like giraffe ass.

Y.S.L.: Points to Buddy’s Converse sneakers and smiles. Buddy looks down and sees a huge glob of giraffe feces on the bottom of his kicks.

Buddy: Ewwww that-that’s what I get for riding a yellow hoe all night.

Y.S.L.: That’s racist son.

The camera pans to show The Artist formally known as Djesus Djones slapping a group of kung fu fighters into the slip and slide with baby powder. Apparently one of them scuffed his gators and all hell broke loose.

Captain Asia America attempts to throw his shield at the now dominant Artist. The Artist smacks the plastic shield out the air leaving a white palm print on the star. He then smacks him so hard with baby powder the camera fades to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	I can't!
	Don't try!

The Xtron Flickers On!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Odd.
	Quite

Our Hero: THAT SON OF A BITCH!

Birdie: Calm down!

The Camera Pans To The Office of Mr.Sensation. Gone is the pensive, defeated old man. His eyes are wild with anger, with hatred. His Desk is strewn with papers.

Our Hero: Call Billy Lowenstein!

Bridie: The Former Riot GM?

Our Hero: Yea that's the one, after his short tenure as the Riot General Manager he used the money he earned from me to put his monkey ass through law school. Last I heard he was kind of a big wig.

Our Hero: He's on the Who's Who for New York State. And he owes me a favor. I am going to do this right, and by the numbers.

Our Hero: I want an BS proof contract, I want Minio's head stuff on my god damned wall. Right next to The Messenger and Ragnarok, right next to Dupree, and all these other SONS OF BITCHES.

Our Hero looks the camera dead!

Our Hero: Bobby Minio, this old man is going to kick your wirey motor mouth ass!

The camera fades!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Is Billy Lowenstien the best guy for the job?
	I mean he booked Nate Ortiz in a 2 on 1 for the World Championship, kid had vision then I am sure he has vision now!

Tiberius Dupree vs Tobin Frost

The camera pans to the announce team.

	WOAH!
	WHATTA MANUVER, B!

You already know the routine by now so just !