The scene opens in a field outside Stirling, which is the town where Blast will be taking place in this week. At the moment the only person in the field is OCW Aggression champion Sabre. Sabre looks at his surroundings for a while, it is obvious he doesn’t like what he sees. After a few more moments of staring into space he begins to speak.

Sabre: At the moment I’m standing in a field that’s not to far away from the site where the Battle of Stirling Bridge took place, for those of you who don’t know about that battle let me enlighten you and let’s face it most of the OCW fans are uneducated, unwashed, illiterate barbarians so there’s probably a lot of you out there who have never heard of such a famous battle. So here we go, The Battle of Stirling Bridge was the battle where William Wallace through an immense stoke of luck managed to lead the Scottish armies to victory over the English. Being English I know all about this battle because most Scottish people won’t shut up about it. Whenever a Scot is talking to someone from England all they ever talk about is the bloody battle of Stirling Bridge or perhaps the Battle of Bannock Burn, which happens to another battle in which the Scots beat the English. That seems to the limit of the conversation you get from these Haggis eating skirt-wearing freaks. It’s so annoying when they start to go on one of their predictable tirades about battles that took place around 700 years ago. And what makes it even more annoying is the fact that since those battles England has beat Scotland so many times that it would be impossible to count the number of occasions, and in almost every major sporting match in living memory the English have killed the Scots. Whether it be football, rugby union, rugby league, or any other sport you care to name we beat them convincingly almost every time. But still those bloody Scots insist on going on about two almost forgotten battles fought centuries ago. There just living on past glories and that absolutely pisses me of.

Sabre again looks at his surroundings with contempt.

Sabre: Living off past glories, it sort of reminds you of Chris Shea doesn’t it. If there was ever a wrestler in OCW who relied on past glories it‘s him. His entire career is based around things he’s done in the past, because let’s face it, it’s been a long time since he accomplished anything of note. While other OCW version one standouts like Painkiller and myself have won numerous matches and OCW Version two’s top titles, he has done nothing for months. You only have to look at the OCW rankings to see how poorly he’s doing. He’s currently second bottom on the list behind such paragons of weakness Joey Jackson, Nancy Gream and Hyper Viper. Hell even my manager has a higher ranking than him. But still he goes around like he’s some sort of wrestling god and he still believes that we should all worship the ground he walks on. His arrogance is just beyond belief isn’t it, he just can’t accept that he is not a stellar athlete like myself, but still he insists on pontificating about flaws other OCW wrestlers might have, could you believe it when he talked about almost every wrestler on the roster, he called the Egomaniacs clowns, Jakkob McKain an ass, Seth Fanatic a pile of shit, Joey Jackson a joke, Nancy Gream an excuse to bomb New Jersey, The HWO whining b###hes and that everyone else sucked so much that he couldn’t even remember their names. Some of those things may well be true, but when you’re as flawed as Chris Shea it’s just a tiny bit hypocritical to point out problems that other people might have. Hell Shea has more flaws than all those people combined, so he has no right to talk about other people’s weaknesses. Then Shea goes on about my record in OCW saying that I’ve beat no one of note, well that’s a bit rich coming from a man whose only win in OVW version two was in a triple threat match against John Dulong and Barret, and from a man who had his Aggression title shot almost handed to him on a plate while I had to win a handicap match to get my shot. And finally Shea says he’s going to slaughter me. As if Shea, that’s probably the biggest lie you’ve ever made during your career of constantly telling lies. You know that I’m way to good to be handed a big ass kicking by the likes of you. So don’t even pretend that you’re going to take me out. We all know what’s going to happen in our match on Monday and at our match at the pay per view. You’ll huff and puff round the ring, acting like you’re a tough guy, but when you’re finished playing up to the crowd and I’ve grown weary of your act then I’ll just move in for the kill and finish you off in double quick time. Just admit it Shea, I’m the number one guy around here, and I’m not letting a punk like you say otherwise. So Shea you better get ready for a beating on Monday because that’s exactly what you’re going to get.

Sabre now has another look at his surroundings, he is again disgusted by what he sees, so disgusted that he spits on the ground, but as soon as he spits on the ground a small man appears walking over a small hill, the man has a large white Father Christmas style beard, and is also wearing a traditional Scottish style hat (a small black beret with a tartan bobble on top of it.) Other than this silly hat though he is dressed quite normally.

Sabre: Now if I was Chris Shea I would probably beat up that man on the spot just because he’s wearing that ridiculous hat. But seen as though I actually have class I’ll leave him alone and save my wrath for people who actually deserve it like Chris Shea.

The old man now approaches Sabre and begins to speak to him in a broad Scottish accent.

Old Scottish Man: Aye Laddy, it’s a grand sunny day tae be oot isn’t it, a grand day to be in the Shadow of where William Wallace led the Highlanders tae a mighty victory over the English.

Sabre: No it’s not great, I hate this place and I’d rather be anywhere else in the world, even Queens, New York, if it wasn’t for the fact that I have to work here on Monday I’d be out of here in the blink of an eye so I could go back to a civilized country.

The old man hears Sabre’s English accent and acts accordingly.

Old Scottish Man: Ach, if only Sir William was around now tae here you say things like that you good for nothing Sassenach, Sir William was seven feet tall and carried a claymore as big as a man, and he’d soon have you sorted oot.

Sabre: Well he isn’t here is he because shortly after he luckily won the Battle of Stirling Bridge the English captured and executed him, and even if he was I’d almost certainly give him one hell of a beating even if he was carrying his big sword. And if he’s the best you Scots have to offer I feel sorry for you because if he was the best the rest of you must be a sorry bunch of losers.

Old Scottish Man: You won’t be saying that when the six nations championship comes aroond, and oor Rugby team beat your lads.

Sabre: Come off it old man, your Rugby team hasn’t beat us for years and this year they’ll probably be on the receiving end of one of the biggest hammerings in Rugby history, bigger even than when we beat Holland one hundred five points to nil. (Sorry Paul I had to squeeze that one in)

Old Scottish Man: Well we’ll see Laddie.

Sabre: Yes I guess we will you sorry little man, but one last thing before I tell you to get the hell out of my sight. Why can’t you Scottish people speak properly. Why do you have to say oot instead of out, tae instead of too, oor instead of our, and aroond instead of around and other things like that. You’re from Britain for goodness sakes so why can’t you speak English properly. Even the Welsh can speak English properly so why haven’t you mastered it yet. After all we've ruled you for hundreds of years.

Old Scottish Man: ?

Sabre: And why on earth do you wear Skirts and eat sheep’s intestines. You Scottish people just make no sense to me and I can’t wait to get back to England to get away from you bunch of inbred losers. Now old man get out of my sight Old Man, you’re unwashed presence is beginning to bother me.

The old man now leaves as quickly as he can.

Sabre: See I told you all they ever talked about is the battle of Stirling Bridge. That old man hadn’t met me before in his life but within ten seconds of meeting me, he was prattling on about William Wallace and that bloody battle. It’s just a one track record with them isn’t it, sort of like Chris telling all his opponent not to ####ing mess with him because he’s a ####ing tough case who’ll ####ing kill them. Anyway we all know what happened in the end, that's right England kicked Scotland’s ass, and just like in recent history with England always beating Scotland. The only English male wrestler currently competing in OCW will give Chris Shea an ass kicking of truly historical proportions. So in short on Monday I’m going to take Shea to school, and show everyone that everything he's done in the past is well and truly in the past, and now Chris Shea is nothing. I will show everyone that these days Shea is merely an also ran, a man who once he steps in the ring with one of the big boys will end up a battered and bruised shell of his former self.

Once again Sabre spits on the ground which he quite clearly hates, before storming off into the distance the scene then fades to black.