You know what you won’t find on the wikepidia page for “He with the Iron Knee” or on the Facebook page of the beautiful Kneesus Christ? The phrase “certified professional”.

Why this isn’t relevant knowledge is the same reason plebs worldwide conspire against the Betterness of Tiberius Octavian Dupree on a daily basis. Meaning despite his dislike for the powers that be he still does what is expected of him.

So he has been signing autographs for the last hour at an OCW sponsored event for some charity that most likely will never receive a damn dime. Dupree has the penmanship of a scholar. His OCW Light Heavyweight Championship the centerpiece on the table.

Tibby’s line is quite lengthy and even more comical as a few die hard fans are wearing golden Dupree wigs with adorning t-shirts. One largely overweight man with a rainbow colored purse stands in front of him without a picture to sign.

Guy with a purse: So you’re just going to ignore what Gentleman Jack said?!

Dupree: Who?!

Guy with a purse: Gentleman Jack!

Dupree: No, I mean who let you in line without paying for a photograph…. security.

Immediately two security guards escort the lard carrying a purse away. A small kid and his father approach Tibby next with a photo to sign.

Dupree: Who should I make this to?

Father: Mark and Mark Jr.

Dupree: Seriously? Like Dimsmore in a tiny shirt Seriously?!

Confused the man fixes the crooked Dupree wig on his son’s head.

Dupree: Nevermind here you go….

Tibby signs the photo and hands it back to who has quite the smirk on his face. That smirk quickly fades when he sees the abomination standing before him. Nate “The Franchize” Ortiz, a man greater than the greatest of all time.

Nate: Tiberius…

The crowd lined up goes crazy as Nate waves at the people. Nate pulls up a seat next to the Sultan of Summercide.

Nate: Quite a turnout you got here Tibby. These people really seem to like you.

BETTERNESS gives Nate a look that says “What the hell are you doing here”. Nate catches on and answers as if the words actually left the Light Heavyweight Champion’s mouth.

Nate: You don’t pay attention to anything but yourself do you. Because the ad for this thing clearly states that I’m next for the signing.

Nate gazes at the line that has seemed to double in size.

Nate: See they’re here for me. You see these people know that I’m here for them. I could be at home with my feet kicked up, or in the office making deals. But I want to make that young kid smile, or his old man relive a memory of his youth. You’re just here because your contract says you have to be.

Nate: It’s as fake as this little charade you’ve been playing all these years. You wasted a golden oppertunity and haven’t done anything of note up until Savage Lands. These people know that too.

Nate looks at his watch.

Nate: Oh look, your time is up…

Nate picks up the Light Heavyweight Championship and hands it to Dupree who snatches it like a child taking back his favorite toy.

Nate: Haven’t had that one yet.

A crew member directs BETTERNESS away but he glares at Nate with eyes full of hate. He mouths “We aren’t done”.

Nate: It’s never stopped.

Nate looks down and sees that Dupree has left a few more photos unsigned. Nate smiles and picks them up. He then rips them into pieces and throws them into a nearby trash can.

Nate: Alright, who’s ready to mean the G.T.G.O.A.T.?

The crowd cheers and Nate glady signs his first autograph as the scene fades.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Is it going to happen?
	IS IT!!!????

Drago Cesar vs Gentleman Jack

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Sweet Jesus!
	Good lord!