Just like last week, Tiberius Octavian Dupree is standing backstage demanding service. Demanding to be heard, by literally anyone. This time he wants a Canadian bacon, lettuce, tomato sandwich, crust-less and cut in perfectly symmetrical fours.
The same OCW officials he threatened with unemployment give him amusing looks. The OCW Hall of Famer does not find any of this amusing. His classic half smirk replaced with a full fledged scowl.
Dupree: Don’t look at me like that!
Everyone looks at him like that, then immediately go about their lives.
Dupree: Look at me when I’m talking to you!
They pay no attention to him, everyone seems to be moving towards another area backstage. It takes Dupree a few moments to realize this after focusing purely on his own Betterness.
There’s an eager crowd surrounding OCW Light Heavyweight Champion Antonio Everrett seeking autographs and pictures. Dupree immediately struts down the hall towards the gathering.
Dupree: You phreaking disgust me!
Dupree pushes people in the small crowd aside as he stands face to face with Antonio.
Dupree: You smell of dishonor and mediocrity, put some goddamn shoes on!
Antonio looks up and turns his attention to Dupree. He chuckles, the begins to speak.
Everrett: Ah, look who it is! Maybe you didn’t get the memo, which is understandable, what are you, like 70 now? Anyway, fancy seeing you here, ey! Unfortunately, if you want an autograph you’re gonna have to line up like everyone else mate.
Everrett gestures to the crowd, prompting a large cheer from the gathering audience.
Dupree: I barely know your phreaking name, why would I want you to write it down somewhere stupid for stupid’s sake.Truth be told you don’t even deserve the dimwitted fans you do have.
He points to an ugly kid wearing an Uncrowned Crown then back at Antonio.
Dupree: You don’t even deserve to lace up in the same universe as the rest of us and it’s not because you ain’t got no goddamn shoes. But because you haven’t earned the right to breathe the same freaking air as us.
Everrett: Is that right?
Everrett’s smirk changes to slight anger, as he steps right into the face of Dupree.
Everrett: Mate, if I didn’t deserve to be here, I wouldn’t be Light Heavyweight Champion. Now, if you want a shot then I’ll be more than happy to oblige, old man. Until then, I’d watch what you’re saying, and I suggest you just go back to being Pugh’s lapdog like you always have been.
Everrett’s comments are met by some ‘Ooohs’ from the crowd around them. Dupree, unflinched from the sudden square off, responds in kind.
Dupree: I guess you weren’t born yet when I gave that title the prestige you currently taint with your amniotic fluid. I beat Paul Pugh in one of the greatest matches this industry has ever seen. Do you even know what that is...a great match?!
Dupree: Doesn’t matter, what you’ve been champ, what a few days, a I held it for hundreds of days kid. Far as I’m concerned that title will always and forever be mine.
Dupree: So why in god’s name would I need to challenge the likes of you, I can take it back any time and place I desire.
Everrett: You talk a big game for such an insecure man, Dupree. If you think you can beat me, prove it. Or are you afraid you’re gonna get exposed like your master did at Certified Greatness?
Dupree: My master?! My Betterness has no equal let alone a master!
Dupree: Ask Paul Pugh, ask Jacob Trance, ask Drago Cesar, all the Legends who miraculously lost that night. Face it, Certified Greatness will go down as the biggest fluke in wrestling history!
The crowd isn’t buying it from the OCW Legend. They immediately start “Tibby Tapped” chants. Embarrassed by the talented upstart and his fans Dupree storms off in the direction in wince he came. His golden locks glistening in defeat.
Everrett: Typical Dupree, always living in the past.
The OCW Light Heavyweight Champion laughs as he signs a few more autographs before the camera fades.
DRAGO CESAR vs Y.S.L
You can hear someone breaking sticks and stones as they barrel thru the Redwood Forest of California.
It’s a gorgeous day out here in these woods but the scene goes back and forth from day to night and night into day as we experience what PTSD could possibly entail.
What this...humanoid really entails…
As The Cyborg Tyson Wagner comes to a small open area of the woods he hides behind a tree surveying the area.
A small buzzing sound can be heard and a few pop up dummies pop up behind the bushes and trees.
Tyson takes several throwing knives that are strapped around both of his legs and throws them quickly. Each of the knives pierced the throat of each of the targets.
Cyborg continues running through the woods. He hopes over huge fallen tree branches as the scene turns from day to night suddenly.
You hear sounds of ricochet bullets bouncing off of huge rocks and thick vegetation on the ground that you can barely see because of fog. He finds a huge tree and places himself behind it.
He finds himself in dangerous enemy territory as several men were hot on his tail. He now knows they are close in proximity because he can hear them panting from the long chase.
Cyborg notice one of the men branched off alone from the pack. Cyborg gets down low into the dense fog and crawls his way towards one of the bandits. He sneaks up behind him and puts him into a pepperton sleeper.
Tyson realized he slightly made too much noise. One of the bandits heard something rustled through the leaves and signals to rest of the would be assailants. They move in cautiously knowing the dangers they’re facing against The Bully.
Cyborg slides out the two remaining knives he has left in his leg straps slowly. He rises slowly out of the fog to spot the enemies engaging. Then he dips back into the fog.
Then without a moment's notice, he jumps out and throws the last two nailing his targets dead on as they disappear into the thick layered cloud on the ground. Along did Tyson.
The last bandit lets out a roar and shoots some black market machine gun. Tyson grips his trusty Rambo survival knife tightly as the foreign man is shouting some obscenities possibly.
Tyson emerges from the cloud like a dark spiritual entity. He cocks back his knife as the bandit turns and finally spots The Cyborg. But before he could react, the bandits eyes cross.
He watches his own blood trickle down between his eyes. The night turns into day as Tyson walks over and pulls out his survival knife out of the dummy.
Tyson stares at the piece of paper is attached to the blade and then pulls it off.
As the scene watches Tyson walk away into the thickly Redwood Forest. The camera pans back to the paper that he threw onto the ground.
A large hole is through the paper where the knife once was. That paper reads….
