The scene opens inside the foyer of the top hotel in Moscow. Around the foyer we can see a number of businessmen in suits doing whatever business men in suits do when they're in a top quality hotel. We can also see several porters scurrying around with suitcases so they can take them up to one of the many hotel suits. After taking this hive of activity in for a few moments the camera then moves around to focus on two people who have just entered the door of the hotel. Predictably these two people are non other than OCW Superstars Sabre and Magenta, behind them are several porters all carrying heavy suitcases, which have a S & M monogram on them. Sabre and Magenta then walk over to the reception desk. The receptionist who looks remarkably like Anna Kournikova sees that two worldwide superstars and waiting at the desk for her, so she drops everything and sees to them straight away.

Receptionist: Hello Sir and Madam can I help you.

Sabre: Yes you can as a matter of fact we have a room booked for us by a Mr Middle, I believe it’s the Pent House Suite.

Receptionist: Well I’ll just check your reservation, luckily I won’t need to ask your names to do the check because I already know them.

Magenta: And so you should we are world famous megastars after all.

The receptionist checks on her computer for a few moments before returning to Sabre and Magenta.

Receptionist: It would seem that Mr. Middle booked the Pent House for himself. You’ve been booked in one of our Presidential Suites; they are our best suites after the penthouse so I’m sure you’ll enjoy your stay.

Sabre: Oh by the way this hotel isn’t owned by someone called Al is it?

Receptionist: No it isn’t

Magenta: Well is it owned by someone who has a friend named Al?

Receptionist: I don’t think so, why do you ask?

Magenta: Well I heard that every hotel in Russia was owned by either Al or his friend, from the five star luxury hotels right down to the no star rat infested bed and breakfasts.

Receptionist: Well they don’t own this one, or any other hotel I’m aware of for that matter. Is there anything else you’d like before I give you your key.

Sabre: No that will do.

The receptionist hands Magenta the key to the room, Magenta and Sabre then walk off towards a set of stairs, they do this just to annoy the porters who are still following them because they will now have to carry the suitcases up the stairs rather than take them up in the elevator. But before they get to the stairs Sabre begins to speak.

Sabre: I knew it Magenta, there was no way any associate of Nancy Gream would own half the hotels in Russia, the only people she hangs around with, are people who are even bigger losers than she is. As if a hotel magnate would have anything to do with her. That Al fellow is probably some bum she saw in a bar and then put in a suit and got to pretend to be some sort of businessman.

Magenta: That’s what I thought too, after all that Al wasn’t even very good at acting the part. His Russian Accent was about as fake as Joey Jackson’s claims to be a big star, and did she seriously think we’d believe that someone called Al was Russian. That name is about as Russian as The Union Jack. Let’s face it he’s not Russian, he doesn’t own a single hotel and Nancy’s attempt to frighten me are as pathetic and transparent as her abysmal wrestling ability.

Sabre: I think you’ve got her summed up pretty well there, she truly is a big pile of garbage and when you meet her on Monday you’re going to kick her ass, but we really shouldn’t let someone as unimportant as Miss Gream we should really talk about something that might actually affect us while we’re over here in Moscow.

Magenta: And that is?

Sabre: Our accommodation during our stay here. Can you believe that Middle didn’t book us into the best suite in this hotel? After all I’m the number one ranked wrestler in this fed and you’re easily the best female competitor ever in OCW history, so he should be giving us the best treatment not second best.

Magenta: It’s just another blatant act of disrespect, almost as much a show of disrespect as making you team up with McKain.

Sabre: You’re damn right it’s disrespect, but perhaps when I beat either Shea or Fanatic on Blast then finally he might start to give me the bonuses that a man like me deserves.

Magenta: We can only hope so, and one good thing might come out of Middle’s show of disrespect. It should make you angry before your match, and you can use that anger on Shea and Fanatic, and that will give you an even bigger edge than you have at the moment.

Sabre: Good point Magenta, I suppose every cloud does indeed have a silver lining, and I guess you just found the silver lining here.

Sabre and Magenta are now walking up the hotel stairs, after climbing up about seven floors they get to their level, the porters are still behind them, looking quite exhausted but still they must go towards Sabre and Magenta’s room. Just as Sabre and Magenta get to their room we see Brian Wilson locking the door of the room next to theirs. On seeing this Sabre turns to Magenta.

Sabre: Now that is the ultimate insult, getting the same level of room as that jackass. He should be staying in a YMCA not staying next to us. That’s a disgrace.

Magenta: Just use it to add more fuel to the fire on Monday.

Sabre: Okay I’ll try, but it’s going to be difficult containing my anger until Monday when I have to live next door to him for the next few days.

Brian Wilson now sees Sabre and Magenta and walks over to them.

Brian Wilson: Hi you guys, isn’t it great that we’re going to be in the rooms next to each other.

Sabre: Is it bollocks, You’re undoubtedly the person I least want to have a room next to, because I heard the walls in Russian Hotels were pretty thin so I’ll probably be able to hear you either whacking off or snoring all night long.

Brian Wilson: As if I’d do either of those two things.

Magenta: Of course you do Wilson, we know exactly what you get up into in your hotel room because some members of the crew told us, you stay up watching the hotel porno channels all night long while drinking cheap beer. So if you’re not going to be wanking and then snoring your head off tonight I’d like to know what you’d be doing.

Brian decides the best policy at the moment is to change the subject.

Brian Wilson: Why don’t we lighten the mood a little with a quick interview.

Sabre: I don’t see the point I’ve already said everything I want to say about Shea and Seth.

Magenta: And that Nancy Gream is so weak and pathetic that she doesn’t deserve even one more moment of my time.

Brian Wilson: But Seth, Shea and Nancy have all made comments after your last promos so I thought you’d like to respond to those words.

Sabre: Okay let’s do it then, firstly we’ll let Magenta respond to Nancy’s words first.

Magenta: Well firstly I would like to remind Nancy that Halloween was in October, it’s January now so you should really take that scary mask I always see you wearing off, and secondly I’m going to tell her to stop being so jealous of the fact that I’m so much more attractive than she is. As much as she goes on about looks not counting in wrestling, and it’s only what you do in the ring that matters, you know that deep down she wants to look as good as me, but it’s tough luck for her because she’ll never even come close to looking like me, even if she was wearing a ton of make up she’d still be one of the ugliest beasts in the world, and when I’m through with her on Monday and her face is covered in bruises, she’ll probably have to hide her face forever, because when I’m done with her even the Elephant Man would be more physically appealing than her.

Brian Wilson: Apparently though Nancy is going to have some bodyguards protecting her during her match, that could tip the balance in her favour.

Magenta: I doubt it Brian, because any one she hires is bound to be incompetent, so I’ll have nothing to fear from them, anyway why does she need loads of guys to help her out in our match, is it because she knows that there’s no way she could beat me on her own, is it because she’s scared of me and what I can do to her when I start to show off my superior wrestling skills. I’d say it’s almost certainly one of those two reasons if not both. And let’s face it she should be scared, I might be a little bit nervous if I was going into a match where my opponent was infinitely better than I was, a match where no matter how hard I tried there was no way I could win as my opponent was just too good. Well unfortunately for Nancy this week she’s in such a match, and even with her little backup she is going to get her clock cleaned.

Brian Wilson: Okay what about your match Sabre?

Sabre: Well firstly let’s deal with Seth Fanatic aka Damien from OCW Version One. Personally I can’t understand why this man is in the main event, he is clearly not of main event quality. His spot should have been taken by some one who actually has some talent, maybe a Painkiller or a Bobby D. Now I understand that both those guys are busy with other things this week, but couldn’t Middle have found somebody a little bit better than Seth Fanatic to take their spot. It is clear to everyone who even has a little bit of wrestling knowledge that Fanatic can’t live with someone of my talent, and within five seconds of the bell ringing he’s going to have his head ripped off his neck. In next to no time he’s going to be torn to pieces and then quite literally annihilated.

Brian Wilson: Speaking of annihilation, Chris Shea had some harsh words for you.

Sabre: Yes he did Brian, and quite predictably so I might add.

Brian Wilson: Explain

Sabre: Okay I’ll explain Brian. After seeing the way Chris acts over the last year and a half, I am fairly confident that I know how he’ll react to certain situations, and when it comes to receiving criticism, Chris Shea always flips his lid and starts to rant and rave about how tough he is. We’ve seen it so many times in the past and last night we saw it again. I said a few home truths about him and he instantly became as mad as a hatter and starting swearing a lot whilst going on about things he might do me in the ring. Sort of like this (In an almost perfect Noo York accent). Hey I’m Chris f###ing Shea, how f###ing dare you say f###ing nasty things about me, because I could f###ing rip your f###ing arms out of your f###ing sockets anytime I f###ing wanted to. Nobody f###ing messes with me because I’m the f###ing Annihilator so f###ing there. (Back to the normal accent) Like I said we’ve seen it so many times before, it’s would appear that Shea has the world’s shortest fuse and that he has no self control. And Brian that’s going to cost him in our match because I’m too smart to let a few words put me off my game, but Shea will probably be hopping mad going into the match just because I said I’m better than him. And that will undoubtedly be a distraction for him and if Shea is distracted for even one second I’m going to pounce and finish him off in double quick time.

Brian Wilson: But what about some of his allegations he made about you.

Sabre: All a load of old tosh, firstly he goes on about whining after losing matches. Could Shea possibly have more double standards, every match I’ve seen him lose and there has been quite a few, because after all during his career he’s lost far more matches than me and some of his defeats have come against quite low quality opposition. The names Assassin and Hammer spring to mind, anyway every time Shea loses he almost always tries to find a way out. (Back to the Noo York Accent) My opponent had his feet on the ropes when he pinned me, I was distracted by my opponent’s manager, I had an ingrowing toenail, my opponent had halitosis, I needed to take a piss. (Normal again) If ever there was a man who always had an excuse for losing it’s Shea so he should stop complaining about how other react when they lose. And for being amused by the way I trained for my match with him, he should accept the fact that whatever I did worked because it enabled me to kick his ass and win the OCW World Title. And finally I would also like to know how he’s beaten me twice when we have only faced each other two times and I won one of those matches, mathematics mustn’t be his strong point if he thinks that, and as for making me eat my words on several different occasion, maybe he might have done that once, but I have made him eat his words on so many occasions that I couldn’t count them even it I used all my fingers, thumbs and toes to count. Shea will just have to accept that when we’ve met in the past in general I’ve come out on top and on Monday I’ll come out on top once more when I hand him yet another ass kicking

Brian Wilson: What about you Magenta, Shea also talked about you.

Magenta: And in doing so he showed us all again that he has no class. He can call me a beast if he wants to, it doesn’t bother me because I know that unlike Nancy Gream I’m certainly no monster. The truth is I bet Shea wishes he could have a sexy women like me, but he’ll never get the chance because no women with even the slightest bit of sophistication would go anywhere near that caveman. All he can get is no standard sluts like Lisa Blunt and Joey Jackson cast offs. He’ll never get anywhere near me, and he’s almost certainly jealous of Sabre because he has a girlfriend as stunning as me. And on Monday I just can’t wait to see Sabre make him a bloody mess because that’s all a man like him deserves.

Sabre: Don’t worry Magenta, Shea will get what he deserves, he’ll get one hell of a sabreizing. Now Wilson out of my way I need to see how bad the room that Middle’s assigned to us is.

Sabre and Magenta barge past Brian Wilson and go towards their hotel room. The scene then fades to black