Tiberius Octavian Dupree, Thee self proclaimed Most Entertaining Legend in OCW History is in front of a mirror (go figure). Not just any mirror but a pristine antique mirror once used by King Louis the 5th, at least that’s the story he was told.

It’s handcrafted golden design only accentuates the pristine antique that is The Betterness. He is brushing his hair, a few strands at a time with an equally golden brush. He’s alone with only his thoughts and expresses them outloud.

Dupree: Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s better than them all?

He cracks his classic half smile at himself.

Dupree: Betterness, Betterness, Betterness, he’s better than them all!

He starts brushing strands graciously on the other side of his hair.

Dupree: They don’t understand what it means to be you, what it means to carry the beauty of the Better Force day in and day out.

Dupree: No...no...no they carry around pieces of cheap leather and impure trinkets thinking their somebody, thinking their special. People like Dennis Black, who put value into such mortal things like the OCW Television Championship.

Mechanically brushes a few more strands.

Dupree: Stupid...stupid little man, take away his championships and what is he? Take away that wretch of a woman and what does he become?

Dupree: Nothing but a boy puffing his chest out trying to be bigger than his really is.

Dupree: All his power is external, that substance known as the Black King is the essence of mediocrity dressed in the thin skin of a Brazilian ladyboy.

His strokes are getting faster!!

Dupree: How dare he challenge you...The Better Force is internal, omnipotent and everlasting.

Dupree: No matter later this week our very hungry friend Malu will take his OCW Turmoil Championship and at Road To Glory you sir... will take is OCW TV Championship, therefore taking the rest of his poor pathetic soul with it.

He places the golden brush on the lavish vanity with a bit of force.

Dupree: Mirror, mirror on the wall who’s better than them all…

Kneesus Christ looking as perfect as he always looks the camera fades to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Dupree is awfully confident!
	Because he is the betterness you dummy!

The inmates are all sitting at tables eating...Leon though...Leon's just drooling on himself staring off into space. G-Jack pull up a seat right next to him.

G-Jack: You're welcome by the way.

Leon: Clouds, I taste em.

G-Jack: You still messed up? Damn, thank god I gave you the appetizer portion.

Leon: My body...my body is a wonderland.

G-Jack: STOP IT! NO!! BAD LEON!!

G-Jack smacks Leon in the back of the head.

G-Jack: NO QUOTING JOHN MAYER!! NOT HERE, NOT ANYWHERE!!

Leon: What?

The smack seems to help Leon get his wits about him.

Leon: We need to leave. I hate this place.

G-Jack: That's the plan!

Leon: When? How?

G-Jack: Soon, and with muscle, lunacy and raw determination.

Leon: You? Muscle? We're screwed.

G-Jack: I made a friend.

Leon: Is it the Priest?

G-Jack: No, I hate that prick. Who the hell meditates? You know who? Old people, hippies and dookiehead upper middle class moms with their husbands black card and hours of free time.

G-Jack: Friggin chunky thighed, cellulite packing, yoga pants wearing, big natural titties all packed into a bra that's just a little too small...on purpose because you're a naughty bitch ain'tcha?

G-Jack: Why don't you just let Jack in when hubby's gone to work, and let Jackie boy come toss that sala...

Leon: Stop dry humping the table. You're a disgusting human being.

Leon: Focus on the Priest...

G-Jack: That isn't gonna help me finish what I've started.

Leon: God dammit Jack, the Priest...is taking him out is part of the plan? He needs to go. No garbage truck this time, just...raw determination...and a shiv.

G-Jack: I have plans for him. There's someone here that hates him worse than you do.

Leon: I don't think that's possible.

G-Jack: He's put my friend in isolation for 8 months...straight...twice.

Leon: Why?!

G-Jack: Hostage situations.

Leon: I like him already. Tell me more about this plan.

G-Jack: Get some food, that H is going to make you puke later.

Leon: But I feel fi....

Leon begins to projectile vomit across the table. You can hear him screaming "Why?!" as he continually vomits. Jack cautiously moves his food out of the way of Leon's old food, and continues to eat.

G-Jack: Maybe I should have told him earlier.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Rated M for Mature, Yall!
	What the hell is this The Wire?

Tobin Frost vs Dennis Black

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Oh this is going to have some consequences come this Sunday!
	The mood is about to change!

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