Backstage in the trainers room we see DVD sitting on the trainers table getting his forehead wiped off. In the doorway we see Cross and Jacob Mitchell

DVD: Sucks I can't wrestle in the main event! I really wanted to show everyone why I'm the W2K leader.

Cross and Jake look at each other like, what a douchebag.

Trainer: Actually David, you won't require stitches. It was just a surface cut so you're good to go for the main event.

DVD looks at him like he's crazy.

Trainer: Yep, no restrictions at all.

Cross: Of yippee.

Jacob: Joy...to...us.

DVD: THIS IS AN OUTRAGE!!

David jumps up off the table, looks around and grabs his forehead.

DVD: I COULD BE FATALLY BLEEDING TO DEATH!!

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DVD: DEATH!!

Cross: Get real.

DVD: You get real! I'm seriously hurt!

Trainer: David, you're fine. My six year old cut his knee worse than that play soccer.

DVD: I bet they had to amputate his leg then didn't they?

Trainer: Actually he scored the last five goals and won the game.

DVD: WHO ASKED YOU!?

Jacob: Stop actin like a punk.

DVD's eyes bulge out.

Cross: Quit trying to pull a Wallstreet and bitch out, man. Either you're wrestling or you're crying.

DVD: I...AM...INJURED!!

DVD storms out of the room and actually leaves the arena, what the hell!?