Dupree is backstage again. This time attempting to avoid any further Ryu Matsumoto shenanigans. He enters the Sanctuary of Betterness in the backstage area.

He sits down for a moment to realign his Betterness with the universe. However before he can begin relaxing there’s a brilliant flash of light.

Two figures appear in the center of the room. As the light dissipates we see that it's Ryu Matsumoto and another Tiberius Dupree, but dressed in futuristic attire.

Future Dupree: GOD DAMMIT SPIDER! I told you to warn me before you sent us back.

Future Ryu: Listen, Listen, Listen, Listen, Listen…

Future Dupree: I’M NOT GUNNA LEAVE IT ALONE IF YOU JUST KEEP SAYING LISTEN!

Future Ryu: …

Future Dupree: Kneesus Christ Spider if you say it one more time.

Future Ryu: ...Listen

Now Dupree: EVERYONE JUST SHUT UP!!!!

Future Ryu and Dupree look at each other then look back to Dupree.

Future Dupree: Well excuse us for traveling across space and time to warn you about the man who is going to end the universe as we know it.

Future Ryu: Right?

Now Dupree: So you’re telling me, Spider and I are gunna have to team up to stop some pleb from ruining the future.

Future Dupree: No, no, no that’s not how it works. Me and this idiot have to get you READY for the pleb that’s going to end the universe as you know it.

Now Dupree: And who pray tell is the man thats gunna end the universe as we know it?

Future Ryu: Me!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Oh for the love of god.
	I LOVE IT MAGGLE!

DIMSMORE
vs
JACKSON MONTGOMERY

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What a battle!
	They went for it!

Madison sat with her eyes closed and her head leaned back against the wall of the holding cell behind her. Misery loves company, usually.

Madison was miserable but did not have a cellmate. She had seen one too many episodes of ‘locked up’ and refused to shower due to fear of urban molestation. Still smelling of that dumpster, no one could stand being near her for long. So she was placed alone. 

She opened one eye when she felt someone looking at her.

Madison: Took you long enough. 

Madison muttered, stood up, and moved closer to the bars where her partner in crime was standing with what could only be called a less than pleased look on his face.

Dennis: You smell great.

Madison: All those times i let you lay in my bed right after matches…no shower needed, and you dare come here complaining? 

Dennis: Most of my opponents don’t cause me to sweat. 

Madison: Ugh, whatever. 

Madison crossed her arms over her chest.

Dennis: Fifty dollars, seriously?

Madison: You don’t actually believe that! How much did you spend on me before I even allowed you to have thoughts of me?!

Dennis: Good point. So how did you end up here?

Madison: Don’t wanna talk about it.

Dennis: And the smell?

Madison: When am I getting out of here?!

Dennis: Well…

Madison: Oh god...

Dennis: They don't take credit cards at this precinct so you're going to have to wait until the banks open and they can clear my check...

Madison: Dennis! The bail was a hundred bucks. You don't carry that on you?

Dennis: We spent OCW’s money, and most of our own making our ‘guests’ feel welcomed. They hated it all by the way. From Sensation actually getting into the building, Baker’s urban music when we promised no urban music, to our new OCW Champion being a walking glow stick. 

Madison’s arms fell to her sides. She stared at him before groaning and turning to walk back to her seat.

Madison: All those investors bailed on us?

Dennis: Most. I’m sorry, Madison. 

Madison: You have nothing to be sorry for. This was my fault. A rare lack of foreskin. 

Dennis’s eyebrows rose and he took a step closer to the cell. 

Dennis: You mean foresight, dearest.

Madison: Yea that. Not even I could predict that Sensation would purposely hinder the company in such a way. Abusing his power to get the OCW title off of the hottest act in the last two...three years? No...the decade! 

Madison: This wasn’t a business decision. It was personal. A foolish decision on his part, and OCW will suffer greatly for it. But I’ve got a plan. 

Dennis: Hm?

Madison: We need to put an end to it, Dennis. That belt has driven people mad, all because of Mr. Sensation. Thirteen seasons of favoritism. 

Madison: Thirteen seasons of fraudulence. 

Madison: Thirteen seasons of corruption. 

Madison: Thirteen seasons of urbanites…

Madison stood up and rushed over to the bars. She reached through bars and tugged him closer to her by the collar. 

Madison: Why aren’t you more upset?

Dennis: I'm exhausted. Change won't happen quickly, or without bloodshed, but it'll happen. It has to. Maybe down the line…

Madison: No. Screw that. Screw them. Why should you wait for a company to catch up just because you’re ahead of your time? You’re the trend now. You need to act like it. 

Madison: I will make sure we get that belt back. And when we do? ...i’m going to melt it down and erase thirteen years of OCW. We can rebuild OCW in our image. I need your fire. The same fire we had chasing the Turmoil Title. Bring your fire, and I'll bring the strategy. That's how this works. 

Dennis: You're right. I will get the OCW Championship back, even if I have to burn the company to the ground in the process.

Madison: There you go, that's the spirit, dearest!! Now GET ME OUT OF HERE!! I can feel my credit score shrinking by the minute...

The camera pans to the announce team.

	ROT IN HELL!!!!
	DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK OF THE QUEEN IN THIS MANNER!!