The scene opens backstage in the Gund Arena, we can see Sabre and Magenta sitting down in a canteen area. The canteen seems to fairly full of OCW workers, having a well-deserved lunch break after a hard morning setting up the Monday Madness set. Despite the number of people in the room, Sabre and Magenta have no other company. At the moment they are enjoying a nice cup of tea, with little fingers extended of course, after they both have a small drink they begin to talk about the upcoming card .

Sabre: It's not long now 'til my match with Gator, I just can't wait to remove his head from his body.

Magenta: Be patient, the match will come soon enough.

Sabre: But waiting to kick Gator's @$$, is like waiting to open your Christmas presents when you're a little kid. I'm sure everyone can remember not being able to sleep on Christmas Eve, because you just had too much nervous tension to be able to nod off. You just couldn't wait to get up the next morning to see what Santa had brought you, but because you were so anxious to see, time seemed to pass so slowly. Waiting to face Gator is just the same for me, because I just can't wait to see how much I can deflate his huge ego, and bruise his undeserved reputation.

Magenta: Well you will have to wait, just bury yourself in preparation until the match comes around, that way not only will you put your time to good use, but it will also make the time pass much more quickly.

Sabre: Great Idea Magenta, that's why you're the number one manager here in OCW. After this nice cup of tea, I'll go straight into a strategy meeting, not that I need it for Gator, but every little helps I guess. But I can tell you now Magenta, even before I go into that strategy meeting, I know that my strategy will revolve around using superior wrestling technique to Gator. Because as you know this match is about proving how much better I am than Gator, and to do that I will have to out wrestle him. I don't want to just out power him, that would prove nothing, everyone already knows that I much stronger than Gator, I out weigh him by around 70 pounds and I am 4 inches taller so out powering him would be no challenge at all. Hell you only have to look at our accomplishments in the gym to see how much stronger I am. While I'm benchpressing 500 pounds, my sources tell me Gator struggles to lift half that amount.

Magenta: Shouldn't you just go for the safe victory though, because if you use a power attack there is no way that Gator can beat you.

Sabre: Well it might be true that a power approach will guarantee me victory, but I feel that a technical approach would too. All the years I've spent honing my craft have made me one of the best technical wrestlers on the planet, so I can't see Gator been any better than me in that area, but what Gator does have is a reputation of been a good technical wrestler, so beating Gator in a technical manner will not only dispel the myth that Gator is a great wrestler it will also dispel the myth that he has a lot of technical skill.

Magenta: Well I can see I won't be able to talk you out of using that approach.

Sabre: No not even you could talk me out of it, my mind is set, and once my mind is set, there is not a force in the world that can change it.

Magenta: Not even if I threatened to set you up on a date with Lisa Blunt?

Sabre: Well that would come close to making me change it, but even that would not be enough.

Magenta: Well in that case I' ll do my best to help you in that endevour.

Sabre: I can ask no more than that. Right drink up then will you, we have work to do.

The two finish there drinks, although they don't rush them as they both like to drink tea in a civilised manner, when they have finished they get up and leave the canteen, as they do so the scene fades to black.