We fade in to the backstage hallways where we see Johnny Law donning his trademark hockey mask as he adjusts the camera. Dragana is behind him looking at the camera as Johnny steps back, holding his hands out to make sure that the camera's steady. Johnny clears his throat.

Johnny: Folks, I'm out here tonight to address all the accusations brought to Dragana. Accusations that she is EVIL. Ooooohhh.

Johnny wiggles his fingers, feigning fear.

Johnny: Two giant rabbit people believe that she, one, drug smuggling, evil pirate, and two? This.....preposterous, and quite frankly, stupid, notion that she has to do with this manipulation of her matches for Russian audiences. First and foremost, Dragana here does have aspirations to become a sea-faring "pirate". But let it be known that she does not smuggle drugs, she is not planning to destroy entire countries, she just wants to explore the seas and.....What was that you had in mind?

He turns to Dragana.

Dragana: ...

Johnny: Right, find some treasure and stuff too. Ok, TWO.....Honestly, I had no idea this whole "doctored footage" thing was a thing. But whatever, my point is that we are sick and tired of you guys throwing shade at us. Sentai Hare, it's time that you learned some respect! So we propose this: Sentai Hare takes on Dragana at the Savage Lands! You say that you can kick her ass? Then let's see it happen and put this misguided heroism to rest. 

Johnny: All right, that was good. Here's the part where you look menacingly into the camera.

Dragana steps up to the camera for a closeup. She just stares at it blankly.

Dragana: ...

After a few moments, Johnny awkwardly pulls her away from the view of the camera.

Johnny: I think she got the message.

We fade to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	WE GOT A MATCH!
	I can't wait!

We Return to IN YO CRIB w/Trisha Waldrop and Special Guest Cort Marshall!

Cort steps through the door opposite, leading the group to a slapshod firing range, with a number of guns laid on a table and various targets spread around the dirt. He picks one up and caresses it. 

Cort: This one's name is Bessie, and this one is Clyde, and this... I haven't thought of a name for this one yet, and I'm not entirely sure it's legal, so be a good sport and don't focus in on it. 

Meanwhile, Trisha is inspecting the targets.

Trisha: Did you, uh, make these yourself?

Cort: Yes I did! Art is for fruits, as we all know, but I couldn't find anyone willing to sell me the right kind of target.

Trisha: I have absolutely no idea why.

Cort: Me neither.

Arrayed on the range there are crudely-drawn or printed-out caricatures of various races, as well as a hipster, a woman riding a bike, vegetables, a crossfit machine, Al Gore, and Seth MacFarlane smirking.

Trisha: So, Cort, I understand most of these, but why Seth MacFarlane?

Cort: He took King of the Hill's timeslot. And for what? The Cleveland Show? Used to be that if you wanted a sitcom about black America you'd turn on the news and watch a gang shooting.

Trisha looks at Cort...

Trisha: You know I'm black right?

Cort: Course I do! I'm not blind!!! You're one of the good ones!

Trisha just kind of furrows her brow as she Cort continues!

Cort: This country is sliding into the dookie shoe! like an extraordinarily long turd, I tell you. So many people are trying to flush, but the spirit of America don't go down easy. Anyway, enough about the slow decline of society, I'll show you my garage.

Between two of the trailers lies a tarp over a few dilapidated vehicles, only one having all its wheels. Cort motions towards the wrecked cars.

Cort: These are works in progress, obviously. I have so little time to spend on them now that I'm beating people like dusty rugs every week, but one day they'll be cleaner than my win/loss record.

Trisha shoots a glance at the camera. Cort doesn't notice.

Cort: This here... 

He points towards the last vehicle, a rusty old pickup in what probably used to be red.

Cort: This is my pride and joy. 1979. Dodge. Runs on gas, goose innards, or gravel, if necessary. And like any good American vehicle, it gets 8 miles per gallon, so we can incentivize more wars with desert countries and take their resources. I only change the oil once every Republican presidential term, but it keeps on runnin'.

Trisha: What if the democrats stay elected for multiple presidencies?

Cort looks straight at the camera.

Cort: Then this truck dies, like our country!

Trisha: Oo-kay. Well, thank you very much for this little tour, but it's time we headed back.

Cort looks shocked.

Cort: But I haven't even shown you the framed photo of Ronald Reagan! Or the online vault of drone bombing footage! Or the room decorated entirely with the carcasses of animals I've killed with my bare hands! Or the banjo room! Or the radio surveillance network I use to keep an ear out for communist spies!

Trisha: No, no, trust me; it's fine. We've seen enough for a lifetime.

Cort: You can never see enough of America.

Trisha: I think our viewers will decide that. Back to you at the broadcast booth.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Well that was informative!
	In a stricly terrifying way!

Big Ed vs Dennis Black

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Those two just brought down the house!
	Now that's a Main Event!

Thanks Yall! <3