You can hear the sound of something rocking back and forth. The camera pans around an uniquely furnished home with various trophies and OCW Championships in display cases.

The slight rocking continues as the camera continues to pan through of a room with a large golden statue of a long feathered Owl on a jeweled ring post. Finally we get a clue of who’s home we’re visiting as we enter a final room.

The walls are littered with various self portraits of Tiberius Octavian Dupree. Portraits from various timelines, dimensions and multiverses. Outlooking a large garden sits the OCW Legend, in a enchantedly carved Maple wood rocking chair.

With a gold on gold quilt laid across his lap he sighs one of many sighs. On the small table to his right sits a retro version of a black and white television. This television is streaming Wrestlution with the worst lag known to man. Dupree thinks about kneeing the small tv, but just resorts to rocking back and forth again.

Dupree’s hair still long and luscious isn’t as brightly golden as usual, a slight silver tint can be seen in his perfectly curled bangs. He doesn’t bother acknowledging the camera directly just stares out at his well lit garden.

Dupree: In my day Wrestlution wasn’t in the summer….at least they weren’t in any of my summers….

There was a sadness in that statement that can’t be mathematically quantified.

Dupree: Trance is still universally fat and Nate headlining Wrestlution...I guess somethings never change…

He sighs and rocks again.

Dupree: Such mediocrity makes me freaking sick.

Visibly chilled he buries himself inside his golden quilt. Only his face and golden silver mane exposed.

Dupree: Have I truly not mattered in the grand scheme of things? Has my war against the ultimate enemy of the Better Force, mediocrity been lost?

Dupree: Trash and the Vietcong have infested everything….Have I failed all universes, dimensions and timelines?

Dupree: Have I...?!

He stares into the camera looking for a god honest answer.

Dupree: Is there not a single being worthy enough to become the next to ascend into Betterness?

Dupree: Is there?! Is there not a person that will make the next Nate Ortiz submit in front of millions….

There is a old fire in his eyes,but that fire is quickly extinguished with another sigh.

Dupree: The next Ortiz, will probably still be the same Ortiz.

He sighs again but with less sadness and more acceptance.

Dupree: But a owled phoenix will rise….

He slowly starts to emerge more and more from his golden quilt. Like a turtle inching out of its shell.

Dupree: As one always does, with a fire and ambition to mount creativity and ride it through the gates of mediocrity like a Trojan horse.

He is almost fully out of his quilt and halfway standing. The blanket falling off his awarding winning knees.

Dupree: Penetrating deep inside the very essence of what it means to be a wrestler in OCW!

Now he’s completely on his feet and out of the chair. The small retro tv stops lagging and shows a vignette of B-17 and his CCW Championship. Dupree sees Bingo's hair....

Tibby sighs for the 1000x time, this one full of disgust and hopelessness and slowly sits back down. He picks up the gold blanket and lays it on his lap again. He gives one final sigh before rocking back and forth.

Dupree: No Country for Old Men….

The Camera pans to the announce team!  

	(Sighs)
	STAY RETIRED!

The Camera pans to the announce team!  

	What a match!
	How are they still breathing?

We transition to the backstage area where Drago is laying on a crate in the fetal position as he is flanked by Bubba and Dragana, both looking on in concern.

Drago: Ooooohhh FACK!

We see Stacy Clark enter and walk up to Drago.

Stacy: Drago, you've just been in a war with Leon, what are your thoughts after the conclusion?

Drago: Well, I would (cough) love to tell you, but I was punch where sun don't shine multiple time.

Drago winces in pain.

Drago: I need.....Ice. Or something. Anything. Ouch.......Shet......

Bubba leaves to go get something for Drago as Dragana politely shows Stacy out. The camera fades

The Camera pans to the announce team!  

	Get that man some ICE!!
	No little Drago's for a while!