The scene opens outside the main entrance of the arena where HSW are having their next show, standing around the entrance looking a little bit nervous is HSW reporter Sean Armstrong, it is not immediately apparent why Sean should be nervous but the fact that he’s holding a microphone might just have something to do with it. Then from out of nowhere a car appears and drives up to the entrance, and this isn’t just any old car it’s a top of the range Rolls Royce, costing at least half a million dollars, the number plate of the car is SABRE 1, just so there are no doubts who this car belongs to. The car pulls to a halt in front of the entrance and a mountain of a man standing around about 6 feet 7 and weighing around 280 pounds of solid muscle gets out of the driver side door, he is dressed in a chauffer outfit so there can be no doubting what his role is, this man then goes around to the other side of the car and opens one of the rear doors, Magenta then gets out of the car closely followed by Sabre. Sabre is impeccably dressed in a perfectly tailored and very expensive suit, whilst Magenta is wearing an expensive dress and is wearing jewellery that must have a value of over one hundred thousand dollars, and by the look of things the Rolex watch Sabre’s wearing probably cost a five figure sum as well. It’s pretty safe to say from what they’re wearing that Sabre and Magenta look a million dollars and it is very easy to see just why they are wrestling’s first couple. On getting out of the car Sabre turns to the chauffer.

Sabre: This shouldn’t take long Jeeves, the HSW fans are such a bunch of losers that they don’t really deserve any of my time, so I’ll keep this interview to a minimum so I can get the hell away from this pitiful arena and get back to my penthouse suite. So wait here for a few minutes while I get this over with.

Jeeves: Very Good Sir.

The chauffer gets back in the car, whilst Sabre and Magenta go up to Sean Armstrong who is now looking even more nervous.

Sabre: Well you might not look like much, but at least you’re on time, and that’s just as well for you, because I can’t stand tardiness from people like you, so if you’d have been late if might just have been the last thing you ever did.

Sean now looks terrified, and who can blame him since the presence of the very physically imposing Sabre is probably scaring the shit out of him, and who wouldn’t be scared of Sabre since he is massive, and is well known for being a very nasty piece of work. Also you kind of get the feeling that Sean is one of those men who isn’t very confident around women, so the presence of the incredibly beautiful and sexy Magenta is probably terrifying him as much as Sabre is. So he’s perfectly entitled to a little bit nervous, Sean though manages to fight through his nerves and manages to get a few words out.

Sean Armstrong: Don’t worry Mr Sabre sir, I won’t be late for any of my interviews, I’m a professional all the time so I always turn up on time.

Sabre: That’s just as well for you son, because if you weren’t you’d be a in a world of hurt right now. Anyway let’s get straight don to business, I’m a busy man, and all my time is precious, so let’s get this interviewing stuff over with quickly so I don’t have to waste anymore of my time telling all those loser fans what I’m up to.

Sean Armstrong: Ok I’ll try to be as quick as possible, but we do have a lot of ground to cover, because a lot went down on the last edition of Shocker, and you two do have a big match coming up this week.

Sabre: Spare me the crap son, I don’t care what ground you want to cover and I already know what you want to ask me, because you look like a totally clueless bastard who’s going to ask completely obvious questions so to cut down the time just shut up and let me do the talking.

Wisely Sean keeps his mouth shut and let’s Sabre keep on talking.

Sabre: Firstly you were undoubtedly going to ask me why I’ve been wearing a mask for the last few weeks, speaking in a stupid Scottish Accent and calling people laddie all the time.

Sean sort of nods his head in agreement.

Sabre: That’s simple, it’s because I can, a superstar of my magnitude can pretty much dictate whatever terms I want to when I join a new wrestling fed. Fed owners are quite literally jumping over each other to sign up incredible talents like Magenta and myself so we can get anything we want put into our contracts, like a multi million dollar a year salary, top of the range accommodation when we’re getting ready for a big event, first class travel whenever we’re travelling, and all other sorts of perks. In fact Magenta and I are such big stars that Joey Matthew was more than prepared to meet all those demands, because he knew that if he signed names as big as ours his investment would be returned ten fold. Just think what it means to this fed to have me wrestling here, the press coverage has already been phenomenal, and you can be rest assured that the ratings will be going through the roof next week, because there are going to be so many people tuning in just to watch Magenta and myself kick ass. Anyway back to my original point, one of the many clauses I put into my contract was that Magenta and I wanted to wear masks when we debuted, and being such big stars Joey Matthew was only too happy to agree. Now the reason why I had this clause inserted into my contract was because I wanted to create as big a shock as possible when I finally unmasked, and judging by the response in the press and on the internet, I did just that didn’t I. I also wanted to piss off the fans, because you just can’t beat pissing off the fans can you. I created a character who they were really starting to love, and just when they were ready to start cheering their heads off for me I just turned around give them all the finger and showed them who I really was, and you could tell by the looks on there faces how pissed off they were, and how surprised, and that son, was a great feeling. I love putting one over people and I certainly did that on Saturday didn’t I. And finally I did it because I wanted to surprise El Nutso and Assassin. If you haven’t had your head up your ass for the last two years, you’ll know that El Nutso and Assassin have been two of my biggest foes throughout my wrestling career. El Nutso was my first ever opponent when I started wrestling in America, and I’m sure he won’t want me to remind you, but that night I put him in hospital and almost ended his wrestling career, anyway since then he’s been bugging me for years. And I’ve faced Assassin so many times over the last two years that I’ve almost lost count. Of course neither of those two men has ever beat me but that doesn’t mean that I don’t still hate the pair of them. In fact I hate them both so much that the main reason I concocted my little plan was to see the look of their loser faces when I finally unmasked. You see I’ve been watching this fed for a while, and it seems to me that until I came along even though neither man is currently holding a belt that Assassin and El Nutso were probably the two biggest names here. You could tell from the way they’ve been acting over the last few weeks that they were proud of the fact that they were at the top, but that all came crashing down last week didn’t it because once Magenta and I unmasked they were no longer the top dogs here, and you could quite literally see their bubble’s burst right around them. It was a great sight wasn’t it, and neither of those two jackasses ever saw it coming, which only made it better. Okay that’s that one out of the way, I’m going to guess that the next question your going to ask me is about mine and Magenta’s one sided victory last week on Shocker.

Sean nods timidly.

Sabre: Well it wasn’t too bad was it, two weeks ago I let Tai Hashi get in a little bit of offence, quite simply because I was only wrestling at about ten percent of my true capabilities, normally that retard wouldn’t have lasted five seconds against me, but I let him get a bit of offence in because I wanted to maintain the deception didn’t I, but last week there was no deception to maintain, and everyone saw Magenta and myself go at it a little bit more, we still weren’t giving it one hundered percent, because why should we against two losers like The Veteran and Chuck Ortiz, but we did put some effort into it, and when we did put that effort in, those two just folded like a deck of cheap cards didn’t they. Magenta and I whipped them in to the middle of next week, and showed why we are the best tag team in the business, so it was a great outing wasn’t it. And did you see the move we used to finish them off, pretty impressive I’m sure you’ll agree, but that move isn’t even the best we’ve got, so all those other teams had better watch out for what we’ve got planned for them in the next few weeks.

San now gets a little bit of courage and decides to say something at this point.

Sean Armstrong: But the match didn’t go all your way did it. Chuck and The Veteran had you in a bit of trouble at one point.

Up until now Magenta had kept quiet, allowing Sabre to do the talking, but now she decides to speak up.

Magenta: Little man, Sabre told you to keep quiet, so I suggest you do that, before I have to kick you ass.

Sean shuts his mouth instantly and Sabre begins to speak again.

Sabre: Right next up I bet you were going to ask me, what my plans are in HSW, so here you go. Naturally Magenta and I will be winning these tag title first. None of the other teams left in the tournament can even come close to matching us in the ring, so the belts are as good as ours. And when we’ve won those belts, I’m going to go after my long term goal of having more gold than Mr T, and winning every last one of those other titles. I’m just so much better than all those paper champions, that all the belts are mine as soon as decide that I want to challenge for them, just face it boy, there isn’t a man alive who can compare to me, so all those champs had better polish up those belts real nice, because I want them looking as good as possible when I get my hands on them.

Magenta: And now I bet you were going to ask me what my goals are, well normally that would be none of your business, a real lady like myself doesn’t have to tell a worm like you anything. But on this occasion I think I might just divulge what I want when I’m in the HSW. Well just like Sabre, in a couple of weeks time I’ll have one of the tag team titles around my waist, and after that I intend to win even more gold, you see Sabre being a real man is ever so slightly over the Junior Heavyweight limit, so that’s the one belt he can’t win, but naturally with my well toned and beautiful body, I’m well under the weight limit, so that belt is going to be mine. The Man with No Name, won’t know what’s hit him when he gets in the ring with me, and I’ll have that belt off him faster than you can say The Man with No Name is a no talent loser. Just face it I’m going onto great things in HSW and no one can stop me, least of all, all those so called women who already compete here. Because you see worm, as well as winning the tag belts and the junior heavyweight belt, I thoroughly intend to kick the hell out of all the other women here, I know that’s not going to much of a challenge to someone as good as me, but it’ll still be nice to do, so you can be rest assured that I will do it.

Sabre: And finally I bet you were going to ask us about our upcoming match against Team Shit.

Sean nods again.

Sabre: Well little man, your going to see yet another one sided massacre, the beating we laid down last week is going to be nothing compared to what we do this week. Last week Magenta and I were just warming up, but this week we are ready to completely destroy our opponents. All I can tell you now is that The Pebble and X3 are in a whole load of trouble. You see I’m pretty mad after Assassin hit me with a chair last week, of course the chair shot didn’t hurt me, because someone as weak as Assassin could never hurt me, but that chair shot ruined my otherwise perfect debut, so I very pissed off. And The Pebble and X3 are unfortunately going to be the ones who fell the full effect of my wrath, and that will not be pleasant for them at all. At the end of the match, and after our inevitable win, they will probably have been stretched every way it’s possible for a human body to be stretched, they will have been hit by numerous moves they’ve never seen before, and most importantly they will feel pain, like they’ve never felt before. Let’s face it boy, it’s going to be a long hard night for them, and when they’re on the way to the hospital after the match you can be rest assured that they will never forget the night when they were completely obliterated by yours truly. Just face it boy this match just like this tag team tournament is ours for the taking, and there is not a damn thing any of our opponents can do about it, as none of them are worthy of even stepping in the same ring as us. Now boy you’ve had your lot, I’m not wasting any more of my precious time talking to you or talking to the loser fans, or do me a favour and get the hell out of my sight will you, before Magenta kicks you out of my sight.

With that Sean runs as quickly as possible away from Sabre and Magenta, almost shitting his pants as he goes, Sabre then gives a sign to his chauffer, who gets out of the Rolls Royce and opens the passenger side door, Sabre and Magenta then get back in the car. The Chauffer then closes the passenger door before getting back in the driver seat. The car then drives off and the scene fades to black.