The scene opens with Sabre and Magenta leaving Atlanta Airport, behind them are a number of assistants carrying several heavy suitcases, all of which carry the S & M monogram. In front of Sabre and Magenta is another of Sabre’s many cars which he has had shipped to the USA so that it can be waiting for him as he arrives in the country. This particular car is a Bentley Arnage RL and looks like it’s worth every penny that Sabre spent on it. The number plate on the car is SABRE 6 so there is no doubt just who this car belongs too. As Sabre and Magenta move towards the car Sabre begins to speak.

Sabre: Magenta it’s been so long since we were last in this country, that I’d almost forgotten how much I hate this place. Oh well at least one or two good things have come out of this trip, firstly on the flight over we got to watch England beat France and Wales lose to Italy in the Six Nations Rugby Championship, and at least I’ll be able to give J Boy a good kicking before we go back home.

Magenta: That would make this trip over here just about bearable, and I’m sure you’ll have no trouble achieving that goal, because after all J Boy is all mouth and no action. He talks big but when it comes down it he’s never amounted to anything throughout his career and he never will because he just doesn’t have the ability to make it to the top, and because of that a genuine world class competitor like you should beat him without any difficulty.

Sabre and Magenta now get to the car, a chauffer quickly gets out of the driver’s seat, and opens up the passenger door for Sabre and Magenta to get into, the assistants then open the car boot and put the suitcases inside of it. As Sabre and Magenta get into the car the camera magically changes to one inside the car. With Sabre and Magenta sitting comfortably on the luxurious leather seats the car drives off.

Sabre: To the hotel please driver, naturally there isn’t a hotel in this city that is good enough for me, but I’ve been booked into the best hotel in this town so take me there please.

Chauffer (In a very clipped British accent) Immediately Sir.

Sabre: I had heard that several of the OCW wrestlers like Chris Shea had thanks to Middle being as tight as usual been booked into some sleazy, dirty, flea infested motel, but not me, thanks to my talent, my bargaining power and my huge contract I only get the best hotels. I would imagine that a no talent idiot like J Boy has to stay has to stay in one of those dirty motels rather than a five star hotel like me, but when you have zero talent like him what more can you expect.

The camera now moves out of the car as it does this the car speeds off into the distance and the scene temporarily fades out.

When the scene fades back in we are in an almost palatial hotel room, Sabre and Magenta have settled in to the room Sabre is currently lying on the king sized bed, while Magenta is sitting on a couch watching the plasma screen TV.

Sabre: I suppose this room will do Magenta, it’s large enough, the decorations look expensive enough, and the staff seem to be well trained and groomed.

Magenta: It seems just about good enough, it seems that Middle has finally pulled his finger out of his ass and given us a hotel room worthy of our status.

Sabre: But I’ve got to wonder why he’s finally given us a respectable room. Especially after all the crap he’s done to me of late, not giving me a rematch against Painkiller, making me face J Boy this week in a street fight when I could have done with a holiday and making me wrestle in America when he’s knows I’d much rather wrestle in Europe. Perhaps he’s thinks I might quit like Shea so he’s starting to suck up to me, because he knows without me this fed is nothing.

Magenta: That’s probably the case, after all Middle knows he needs you more than you need him, because with the amount of money you have in the bank you could never work again and you’d have more than enough money to keep you in Ferraris and helicopters for the rest of your life, but without you the OCW ratings would go down faster than one of the cheap whore’s who were at J Boy’s party. So you can bet that he’s going to start being good to you because he knows he can’t lose you.

Sabre: Well he has no need to worry about that for the time being, I’m not a quitter like Shea. I’m not going to leave this fed just because I lose one match. My goal here is to win the Ultimate Title, and I don’t plan on leaving until I win that belt, of course as soon as I get a fair shot at the belt, it’s as good as mine, but until I get that shot I’ll stay here and let the viewing figures and merchandise sales increase each and every week. Mind you though if Middle keeps on letting me down and not giving me the matches I deserve then even if provides me with the best hotel rooms in the world he can stick his job up his arse because other feds like the WWE or NWA-TNA would kill to get me on their roster and would undoubtedly offer me huge sums of money and title shots to sign a contract with them. So Paul better get his act together and he better do it quickly. Anyway enough chat on Middle’s short comings what’s on TV right now, there must be something good on.

Magenta: Of course there’s nothing good on, it’s America TV we’re talking about here there’s never anything good on.

Sabre: That’s true enough. We’ll just have to do something else, are there any interesting cultural events going on in Atlanta at the moment.

Magenta: Once again Sabre, it’s America we’re talking about here, there has never been an interesting cultural event here in the entire history of the country.

Sabre: Well what about interesting sites for us to see.

Magenta: No of course not Sabre, face it there is nothing to do here.

Sabre: There must be something.

Just then something does happen, there is a knock on the door, Magenta gets up and opens it to see that Brian Wilson is on the other side of the door.

Sabre: Don’t let him Magenta, I have no wish to see that slob.

But before Magenta can react Brian bursts into the room and stick a microphone underneath Sabre’s nose.

Brian Wilson: Hey Sabre you haven’t done an interview yet this week perhaps it’s time you did so all the fans can find out what’s going on in your head at the moment.

Sabre: Firstly Brian get that damn microphone out of my face, and secondly get out of this hotel room, as I told Josh Landers earlier this week I have no intention of being interviewed by an OCW employee until Paul Middle starts treating me correctly.

Brian Wilson: But he booked you this marvellous hotel room, surely that enough to convince you that he’s treating you properly.

Sabre: Well it’s a start, but it’s not enough. I need more than this to be convinced that Middle has my best interests at heart, and until I’m convinced there are still going to be no more interviews.

Brian Wilson: But what about the fans, they really want to hear what you want to say.

Sabre: As if I care about the fans, I’ve got more than enough money in the bank already to not give a damn what any of them think. There is absolutely no reason you could give me that could convince me to let you interview me whilst I’m this mad with Middle. Even if I wanted to tell you how much I’m going to pulverise J Boy this Monday or how I’m going to use my inevitable win to springboard me back to the top of this fed or perhaps to tell you that Magenta and I will be accepting John Dulong invite to go to his marriage ceremony because we both love a good wedding especially when they have a free bar at the reception. But since I’m not doing interviews I’m not going to tell you any of those things.

Brian Wilson: Are you sure I can’t convince you.

Sabre: Absolutely not, and since I’ve got nothing to say to you get out of my room.

Brian resigns himself to not getting his interview so he leaves the room with a look of resignation on his face.

Sabre: Phew it’s lucky I got rid of him so quickly Magenta I can breathe through my nose again now.

Magenta: But as quick as you got rid of him, I’m sure when you get in the ring with J Boy you’ll get rid of him even more quickly.

Sabre: Naturally, with all this pent up anger J Boy is definitely going down in a record amount of time. In short he’s going to be Sabreized.

Sabre now starts to lie on his bed once again whilst Magenta returns to watching some trashy American TV, the scene then fades to black.