The scene opens in Sabre’s helicopter, a helicopter so high tech that it would almost put Air Wolf to shame, at the moment the helicopter is going back to Sabre’s mansion after Sabre and Magenta have spent the morning doing a ribbon cutting ceremony in Middlesbrough. For a few moments the camera shows the beautiful countryside, which lies all around the city before returning to the interior of the helicopter. When it does this we can see the immaculately dressed Sabre and Magenta chatting away to each other.

Sabre: Magenta I’m so glad that Dave Martin booked us to make an official OCW appearance in our hometown.

Magenta: Yes that was awfully nice of him, most of the other guys had to go to crappy little towns in America for their OCW publicity appearances, but we got to do ours in a place that’s not only our home town, but is also the home of civilisation. It definitely seems that being Dave’s buddies has its privileges.

Sabre: And it was so nice to get the hell out of the USA as well, Blast has took place there for too many weeks in a row now, so it’s nice to get back home so we can have some decent conversation, decent food and a decent cup of tea, and it’s just great to get away from those idiotic OCW commentators going on about bad teeth, despite the fact that both you and I have the kind of pearly whites that would put boy band members and Teen Pop Princesses to shame.

Sabre now smiles when he does so we can see that he does indeed possess a rather magnificent set of white teeth. The helicopter now comes into land on the helicopter pad in Sabre’s mansion, about a minute after it lands Sabre and Magenta get out, on getting out they are greeted by a man wearing a sombre suit, the kind of suit that only a butler would wear, so it is pretty safe to assume that this man is Sabre’s butler. It should also be noted that the butler is at least 6 feet 7 tall and is probably about 260 pounds of solid muscle, but despite his size he is still employed as a butler by Sabre. The butler is also holding a tray, which has two cups of tea on it. Sabre and Magenta approach the butler and take the cups of tea, naturally since their Sabre’s cups they are made from the finest china. Sabre and Magenta then drink their tea with their little fingers sticking out.

Sabre: That’s better, we’ve been in America for so long that I thought we’d never drink a decent cup of tea again.

Magenta: Yes that was a great cup of tea Jeeves, I must congratulate you.

Jeeves the butler now speaks, when he does he has the most upper class accent that has ever been heard, sort of like the late John Geilgud, but even more clipped.

Jeeves: Thank you Ma’am I take great pride in my cups of tea. But I’m afraid at this time I must be the bearer of bad news. Whilst you we’re attending the official opening of The James Cook University Hospital, that ghastly Brian Wilson from OCW turned up, I tried to get rid of him, but he said he had an appointment, so I let him stay in the drawing room until you came back to deal with him.

Sabre: That’s okay Jeeves, you made the right decision, I’ll go and deal with him right now, and give him a piece of my mind.

Jeeves: Very Good Sir.

Sabre and Magenta leave Jeeves behind and walk to the drawing room of his mansion, but because the grounds of the mansion and the mansion itself are so big it takes them a good ten minutes to get there, luckily OCW TV cuts this bit out so when we resume the scene Sabre and Magenta are just about to enter the drawing room which contains Brian Wilson. When they do enter the room Brian Wilson can be seen grinning from ear to ear.

Sabre: Wilson, I don’t see a reason for you to smile, so get that stupid smirk off your face.

Brian Wilson: I’m smiling because of what happened to you on the last edition of Blast, you lost plain and simply.

Sabre: So what, was their anything on the line in that match. It wasn’t a title match, it wasn’t a number one contenders match and before the match Paul Middle didn’t come down to the ring and say the winner of this match gets a brand new Ferrari. So the result of the match isn’t that important to me.

Brian Wilson: Oh come off it, you always like to win.

Sabre: Well a win would have been nice, but since their was nothing on the line in the match, my economy of effort formula kicked in and I simply didn’t try as hard as I might have so I could save energy for a future battle.

Brian Wilson: So you’re saying you lost on purpose.

Sabre: No I’m not saying that at all, a win would have been very nice on Monday, but I just wasn’t prepared to put all my effort into it when there was nothing on the line.

Brian Wilson: So you’re not going to give one hundred percent this week either then because there’s nothing on the line in your match this week.

Sabre: No this week you might just see me competing at one hundred percent, and when I do that low down pieces of crap like Amos Stamos and Bobby D will go down quicker than you a beggar whose just dropped a fifty pound note that just been handed to him. Because this week I think it’s time that Amos and Bobby were firmly put in their places, for too long those two dickless morons have been going round actually thinking they have talent, well this week is the time when PK and myself finally put them in their place and show them both without a doubt that just aren’t on our level and that they never will be. When we’re through with them this week this will both finally realise and all those little OCW fans will finally realise that Amos is nothing more than a feeble Sabre wanabee, and Bobby is just an overblown pretty boy who’d run a mile in I ever said boo to him.

Brian Wilson: I don’t know where you get that confidence from, Bobby D and Amos have beat you and PK in the past.

Sabre: But they’ve never beat us when we’ve been at the top of our game, and since we will be at our best this week they’re going to go down big time. Personally I just can’t see how those two scumbags can keep up with either the Ultimate Fighting Machine or the Torture, Pain and Suffering that PK dishes out, because when we’re giving it our all, low down punks like them might as well just lie down and be pinned, because there is no way in Hell they can beat us.

Brian Wilson: I’m still not convinced, and I’d still give Bobby and Amos the edge in the match because after all they are an established tag team.

Sabre: That makes no difference at all, Painkiller and myself have enough experience in tag team wrestling to be able team up together cohesively, because after all we both held the tag belts in version one and I also held the tag belts in the WWWP and EHWC so even though we’ve never teamed up before, forming a cohesive unit will be no problem for us at all, and anyway Bobby and Amos have only teamed together a few times so I’d hardly call them experienced. And if you look at both teams it is clear to see that we have a huge advantage going into the match, because when I look at the Egomaniacs I just don’t see the foundations of a great team. For starters those two guys just don’t seem to get on properly, they’re always seemingly having arguments over even the most minor things, and it wouldn’t take long for a man like Painkiller or myself to exploit these differences and cost them the match, and then you have to look at their style of wrestling. It seems to me that their styles are basically carbon copies of each other. Bobby’s weaknesses are also Stamos’ weaknesses and that means once you know how to deal with one of them you can also deal with the other. And luckily for both Painkiller and I, with our ability dealing with them should be no problem at all. But on the other hand, Painkiller and I both have very different styles of wrestling. I have my power and technical ability whilst PK has his speed and extreme violence. It will take two completely different approaches to beat us, and I bet simpletons like them will just be incapable of doing it. And you’ve also got to consider the fact that mine and PK’s abilities complement each other perfectly, together we have pretty much everything a team could want and there’s no doubt we are the two most intelligent men on the roster. PK has always astounded everyone with his innate intelligence and wisdom whilst I am almost certainly the only university graduate amongst the OCW roster so our superior level of intelligence is without question. And I heard rumours that when Amos Stamos first got into wrestling he wanted to be a ref, but he didn’t have the intelligence to even count to three so he had to be a wrestler instead. So it’s almost a given that he’s as thick as pig shit, and true geniuses like PK and myself when teamed together should be able to tear him apart and tear his namby pamby pretty boy partner apart too. Just face it Brian, Pain Killer and myself are possibly the Ultimate Team, and I just can’t see anyone stopping us, least of all those useless losers the Egomaniacs.

Brian Wilson: No I’m still not convinced.

Sabre: Brian I’ve had just about enough of your negativity, you should accept that we are going to win on Monday and that we’re going to kick the Egomaniacs butts all over the arena.

Brian Wilson: No I’m going to be convinced when I see it happen.

Sabre: Right I’ve had enough of you now, you’re going to have to leave, but I’m not going to dirty my hands doing it myself because just like Amos Stamos you aren’t worth it.

Sabre turns round to Magenta.

Sabre: Do the honours will you Magenta.

A smile suddenly appears on Brian’s face, the thought of been manhandled out of the house by Magenta pleases him greatly, but alas for him she doesn’t do that. Instead she rings a nearby bell, and instantly the door to the room opens and Jeeves enters the room.

Sabre: Get rid of this garbage will you Jeeves.

Jeeves: Certainly Sir

Being a big man Jeeves has no problem picking Brian up, he places one hand on his collar and the other hand on the seat of Brian’s Pants. He then carries Brian to the front door and throws him out of the house in a style similar to the one which Phil used to throw Jazz out of the house in the Fresh Prince of Bel Air. The scene then fades to black.