Tiberius Octavius Dupree, once again like last week, makes his way through the backstage area. This time, against his better judgement, trying to find Ryu Matsumoto.
Dupree (to himself): Those two plebs from the future seemed sketchy as helk, but the one with hair almost as gorgeous as mine seemed a bit less so… either way, I should make sure Spider isn’t doing something stu…
Dupree pauses as he realizes what he’s about to say….
Dupree: Sigh, something dangerous.
Dupree turns into a locker room to see Spider jumping up and down in celebration.
RYU: I DID IT! I DID IT!
The garbage can from last week is seen scooting around the room, it has comically wavy arms and an EYEpad fixed to its face displaying surprisingly emotive eyes.
RYU: Oh hey Tibbles, didn’t notice you walk in. I actually did it, IT'S ALIVE!
The Garbage Can robot stops scooting around and faces Dupree. The eyes now change to look confused at this visitor.
Dupree: Kneesus Christ Spider, I thought that damn thing wouldn’t work without my Prestigious Championshipness or some nonsense like that?!
Ryu looks at Dupree dismissively and almost scoffs.
RYU: No I said I needed your BELTerness to make an ARMY of these things work, pay attention. I call it Trashlek MK1.
Dupree: What does that even mean! You couldn’t have got it to work, it’s not logically possible.
RYU: I got this proof of concept to work by purchasing the remains of your hair off the black market and there’s only so much of that. Remember when Dims gave you that nice cut with garden shears, I remember! I clapped!
Trashlek MK1 turns around to face Ryu and clatters its comical arms together repeatedly. It then turns to face Dupree again, his eyes; an angry emote. Tibby takes a step back.
TRASHLEK: HooMan Subject Detected, Not Trash. bzzzzzzzz VIO-LATE, VIO-LATE, VIO-LATE.
Tibby takes another step back, Trashlek moves forward, his eyes; an angrier emote.
The camera very slowly fades as Dupree continues to back up and Trashlek MK1 continues to move towards him.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Oh for the love of...
VIO-LATE--VIO-LATE BZZZ VIO-LATE!
We find ourselves backstage in Madison Square Garden where we find the Lord of the Lariat, the Emperor of the Enzuguri, The Suplex Savior, The 2 time OCW World Champion Mugen peacefully sitting in the middle of his locker room in a meditative pose.
Molly isn’t too far away from the action as she is distracted as usual by her smart phone.
Molly jumps to her feet as the door suddenly flings open. An unfazed Mugen doesn’t even acknowledge what just happened as The One Man Revolution, Bobby Minio, storms into the room with frustration twisted across his face.
Bobby Minio: Who in the holy hell does he think he is?! That shoegazing, cutrate Sookie Stackhouse, that black friday low budget bridesmaid, Kassidy Hayes, actually thinks he can just walk around issuing challenges like this?
Bobby Minio:
Just start creating his own opportunities now, huh? The ego… the nerve of some of the people in this place!
Mugen is still in his pose as he starts stretching his neck a little bit and begins to stand up.
Bobby Minio: This should be addressed. Nah, scratch that. This NEEDS to be address. Set the tone for your championship, Muge. Defend OCW.
Mugen pats Bobby on the chest as he walks by him. Bobby is taken aback for a moment, raising a brow and glancing down at the hand before looking on attentively.
Mugen: Now now my dear friend Robert. Years ago, heck, months ago, I would have followed up on the rage that you possess in your heart right now.
Bobby Minio: … And you would have been right to. As long as you’ve know me, have I ever steered a brother wrong? Do you think I’m off base here to take issue?
Mugen: No, no. It’s fine. See, what he believes is fine. He is fighting for his friend. Excuse me, his best friend forever and that is something that I can not disparage.
Mugen pats a now less-fazed Bobby on the shoulder as he keeps walking around.
Mugen: I got you, I got Molly, I got Drago, and I got Ryu. The 4 best friends a person could ever have and I know you guys got my back and I got yours. Kassidy……
Mugen seats himself on the maroon colored couch and puts his feet up.
Mugen: Dennis is all he has for a friend so if he wants to avenge him, then so be it. Love beats hate. And besides Bobby, I always have a plan.
Bobby Minio: This dude…
Mid sentence, Bobby points up and down at Mugen as he continues to speak.
Bobby Minio: I don’t know if I’ve ever met THIS dude before… but I trust him. You. I trust you, and I trust you’ve got your head in the right place here. But. If you start to lose the plo-
Mugen: Delightful! Now if you would like to join us in a meditation session…..
Bobby Minio: Uh, raincheck my dude? My meditation isn’t too… brotherly. It’s probably not safe to broadcast on this channel either for that matter.
Mugen: Suit yourself! I’ll be right here for the next 43 minutes.
Mugen falls back into his trance like state as Bobby stares blankly at Mugen. After a few seconds, he slowly shifts his blank look toward Molly who shrugs in response as the scene fades out.
The camera pans to the announce team.
Bobby is right!
NO he isn't Mugen has been ducking Kassidy since Season 12, ACCEPT ITS TIME FOR A CHANGE!!!!
CHARLES YOUNG
vs
JOOKIE MARLEY
The camera pans to the announce team.
Someone check with the sound guy! ......
WHAT? I can't hear you WHAT?
*Previously recorded*
The camera shot starts zoomed in on a red Chaos Star symbol, while a pipe organ gently plays a haunting dirge.
The camera slowly pans out, revealing that we are once again in Stigmata's "church". There are dozens of candelabras, burning brightly, as no daylight shines in through the broken stained class windows.
The camera pans further out to show a hooded Stigmata with his back to the camera, presumably staring at the Chaos Star alter, which is aglow from the candlelight. Without turning, he begins to speak.
STIGMATA: Change. It is coming. I have warned you of it's approach for weeks now. But like the Trojans and Cassandra my warnings go unheeded.
Stigmata now turns to face the camera, and lowers his hood. The candlelight casts a slight glare off of the white of his facepaint.
STIGMATA: You ask "Where is this change Stigmata? I dont see it..." And I answer, Just because you haven't noticed it does not mean it is not there.
STIGMATA:
The green leaves of Summer do not turn to a beautiful Autumn red overnight. You can be hunted by wolves for hours before you know they are there.
STIGMATA:
And then it is too late...Just as it will be too late for all who resist the coming Chaos.
Stigmata's gaze begins to wander away from the camera for a second. He appears to be listening to someone, although no one can be seen, and no sound can be heard. He nods towards the shadows, and turns back to the camera.
STIGMATA: My master wants to save you. I want to save you. The Voice. His Voice. It will ring far and wide with the eternal veritas. The truths that will protect you from the stagnation of Order.
STIGMATA:
The answer is, and always has lied in Chaos. Chaos is everything. Only the Chosen will reap the rewards.
Stigmata raises his hands in the air, and as has been seen before, wounds seem to spontaneously open in the center of both hands.
They begin to bleed a steady trickle of crimson down his arms. He continues his sermon, as the organ music grows slightly louder.
STIGMATA: Let us save you. Join the Chosen. Embrace the beautiful change of Chaos, and reject the unhealthy stagnation of Order.
STIGMATA:
Tonight I will try to convert Frank Winters, who my master believes is worthy of the Star. Like everyone else, Mr. Winters will embrace Chaos or he will be baptized in blood.....
Stigmata suddenly shakes the bloods off his hands in a single violent gesture, spattering the lens.
STIGMATA: Mine!!!
He laughs his low creepy laugh for a couple seconds, before suddenly stopping. He just glares into the camera with a malevolent expression.
The pipe organ's dirge crescendos, as the camera zooms in on Stigmatas face, then goes black.
Tiberius Octavius Dupree, once again like last week, makes his way through the backstage area. This time, against his better judgement, trying to find Ryu Matsumoto.
