We join our newlywed pals today in Berkeley, California, where it appears some protests are taking place on the streets. Conservative groups have filed an appeal to the court’s decision to strike down Proposition 8, and Dark Cloud watches as Reaper, wearing a black wedding gown, and Andy, wearing a leather kilt and a British flag halter-top, stand on the stage and work the crowd.

Women in pink t-shirts are everywhere, as it soon becomes apparent that the group is at a Code Pink rally. Andy addresses the crowd.

Ladies and…well…ladies, as your superior from England I demand that once my marriage is re-legitimized, you swear your allegiance to the Crown, as we have not gotten over losing to you in the Revolution, much like I won’t get over losing this Wednesday for a long, long time.

The crowd erupts in boos, and Andy is rushed by a small group of women. Alex is nearby, but is busy on the phone and doesn’t notice. The women tear off his halter-top and dump a bottle of what appears to be urine on it before lighting it on fire and dancing around it.

”YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! I’M THE DRAG QUEEN OF ENGLAND!” I’LL HAVE ALL OF YOU SUBJECTS SENT TO THE TOWER! OFF WITH THEIR HEADS! CHIPS ARE CALLED CRISPS! POLICEMEN ARE CALLED BOBBIES! I LEARNED IT ALL WHEN I DECIDED TO PRETEND TO BE A LIMEY BRIT!”

Reaper tries to help his betrothed lover, but to no avail as the group of 3 petite, middle-aged women quickly overpower both of them, slapping them and spitting on them. As they finally walk away, Reaper comforts Andy, cradling his head as Andy cries softly. Reaper looks deep into Andy’s eyes and asks, ”Hey, lover, did you put my zombie apocalypse kit somewhere when you cleaned the condo? I’m trying to prepare for my match but I need to learn new things to do that are reaaaaaally scaaaaaaaary!!!!!”

Andy looks sheepishly at Reaper. He threw out his zombie apocalypse kit and wiped his history of Call of Duty achievements from his Xbox hard drive in an attempt to get him to grow up, but he was in no position to tell him.

”Pumpkin, I haven’t seen them anywhere, but don’t you think adulthood is no time to be believing in monsters or spending 14 hours a day pretending to be in the military when you should be at the doctor getting your acne problem figured out?”

Reaper, visibly upset, storms off. Andy continues to cry and is joined by Alex, who has finally finished up the phone conversation. Alex looks at Reaper. ”WHAT IS WRONG, WEEPER?” She chuckles at her cleverness. ”I called you Weeper because you’re always weeping! I AM SO SMART! MAY THE FORCE BE WITH ME!”

Dark Cloud walks up in front of the remaining people in the crowd. He has traded his priest’s robes for his usual Under Armour. He has a small smirk on his face as he addresses the group.

”To my opponents this Wednesday: Make no mistake about it. You are in the eye of the hurricane. Everything seems calm, the winds have died down and the clouds have scattered about. However, you are in the midst of the storm. Run in any direction, and the storm will find you. Stand still, and the storm will come upon you. The lightning and thunder will dance around you as the fury of the tornado envelops you. Wednesday will be a natural disaster for the three of you, and only as I celebrate in the ring, victorious as the last man (or woman, or whatever Alexandra is) standing, will the XWF begin to realize that an unstoppable force of nature has imposed its will upon it, and will not stop coming. You are caught in the jet stream, that powerful force that drives all phenomena. The Dark Cloud will hover here until it is finally time for the sun to shine through again.”

Dark Cloud grabs Reaper, helping him to his feet. Suddenly, he puts Reaper into his signature blood choke – The Occlusion – and Reaper’s head and body quickly go limp. Dark Cloud throws Reaper down in disgust, walking away as the Code Pink protesters head toward their cars to look for their next cause.