The scene opens in the main living room of Sabre's luxurious apartment, one of his many homes around the world, this particular apartment is situated near the OCW headquarters (Whereever they maybe). As always with Sabre the place is beautifully decorated, with fine furniture, expensive carpets and wallpaper. On the walls are some fine works of art in a variety of styles, modern, baroque, old masters. As the camera pans around the fine decor we can eventually see Sabre. He is wearing a black T-shirt, red shorts and black trainers. He is sitting on a very nice looking leather couch, watching a large plasma screen TV. Currently the TV is showing Blade Helms down in Florida with the OCW world title belt which he apparently stole at Madness.

Sabre: Blade you may have stole my belt, but when you stole that, you also stole from yourself, because with your actions you have finally lost any respect you might still have. Before Monday their might have been a couple of guys in the back who still looked up to you and there may even have been a few fans who still cheered you, but thanks to your stupidity you have lost all that. To own a belt here in OCW you have to earn it, not steel it. The OCW wrestlers work their asses off to even get a chance of winning a belt, do you think they' ll approve of what you've done. Hell no, I imagine next time you come to an OCW event they will all ignore you completely, and as for the fans they pay good money to watch their favourite superstars battle it out over who is the best, they want to see good honest competition, not stupid childish acts. So you'll find Blade that your act will have made you the most hated man in OCW not just with the fans but with the other wrestlers too.

Sabre looks over to a trophy cabinet which is in the corner of the room, we can see a good number of sporting trophies in their both from Sabre's wrestling career and his pre wrestling rugby union career, but in the middle of the cabinet is a big space where the OCW world title belt would normally reside when Sabre is not busy wrestling.

Sabre: Blade just imagine all this hatred you'll have to put up with, people will probably spit at you if they pass you in the street, and what have you gained because of it. Do you think you'll get a title shot, do you think I' ll want my title belt back so badly that I'll do anything or grant you anything to get it back. Well think again Blade, all this hatred you will now receive will all be for nothing. Because Blade firstly I don't need a belt to know that I am OCW champion, I' m not insecure as to need 25 pounds of gold round my waist to know that I'm the champ, the fans know this too, they respect the man, and the title not the belt. And secondly I don't have to grant you a title shot because I could get that belt back any time I wanted to, and there are so many ways I could get it back too, I could call the cops on you if I wanted to, and have you arrested for theft, I could call my lawyers and get them to sue you for taking my property, I could go to Brain, I'm sure he's not too happy about you taking the belt, if I have a nice chat with him, I'm sure he'll make you give the belt back and finally and this is my favourite way of getting the belt I could give you a huge beating the next time I see you, a beating even bigger than the two I've already given to you, and when I've given you this beating you will be only too glad to hand me back that title, because you'll be the one who'll be granting my requests because you'll do anything to prevent you from getting another grade A Sabreizing. So you might as well hand the belt back before it's too late, because if I've haven't got it back beofre my match with Chris Shea at No Limits you could be in all sorts of trouble with not just me, but with Brain and the law as well. So you may as well hand it back because you will not get want you want, you are still at the back of the queue for getting a world title shot and no matter what idiotic stunts you try to pull off you will never be able to jump up the queue. I'm too busy defending my title against real competition to give even five minutes of thought to someone like you so just grow up and give me back what's mine before I come and take it from you and at the same time probably take what's left of your joke of a career and flush it down the toilet.

Scene fades to black.