The scene opens on a typical America suburban street, the street is filled with typical suburban houses which have typical suburban gardens and typical suburban driveways and in those typical driveways are typical suburban cars, everything is nice are ordinary with nothing exceptional happening what so ever except for that fact that a very nice and expensive looking Aston Martin Vengeance is currently driving slowly along the road. The number plate or the car is Sabre 3 making this car another in Sabre’s fleet of luxury cars. The Aston Martin then stops in front of one of the typical looking houses, this house looks exactly the same as every other house in the road so you have to wonder what the people in the car want, well luckily we are about to find out because a few moments later Sabre and Magenta get out of the car and stand in front of the house.

Sabre: Are you sure this is the place Magenta, it looks kind of ordinary.

Magenta: Well what did you expect, the owner isn't exactly loaded down with money especially on his salary.

Sabre: I suppose you’re right, after all not everyone can be on the big bucks like you and I. Okay let’s go and see if the occupants at home, he should be though because I heard he doesn’t get out much.

Sabre and Magenta walks towards the door of the house and Sabre knocks on it, after about five seconds of no one reply Sabre starts to become irate.

Sabre: Bloody hell, I haven’t got all day. I’ve got so much to do today, and so little time, so I don’t want to spend it stood outside a front door of a shitty little house in a shitty little town.

Magenta: Show a bit of patience will you, you only knocked on the door a few seconds ago.

Sabre: A man in my position, and of my standing shouldn’t have to show patience Magenta, I should get what I want, when I want and not have to wait at all.

Magenta: You’ve got a point there Sabre, a man of you’re importance and a woman as important as me should get immediate attention, and when this person finally opens the bloody door, we’ll make sure he sees the error of his ways.

About 10 seconds later, the door opens, the person on the other side of it is OCW referee Joe Eckens. From the look of Joe and the fact that we can see a few suitcases in his hallway it looks like he is getting ready for some travelling, and also from the startled look on his face it would seem that he is not expecting Sabre and Magenta.

Sabre: You took your blood time didn’t you Eckens.

Joe Eckens: What are you talking about I came to the door straight away.

Sabre: You took 15 bloody seconds to come the door, that’s 15 seconds I could have been in the gym, 15 seconds I could have spent getting ready for the obvious victory I’ll have over Rottweiler this week or even 15 seconds I could have spent laughing at a replay of Bishop Murder getting the shit kicked out of him, and a man like me a former two time OCW version one world champion should be able to spend my precious time how I want to spend it, and not waiting for a referee to finish the wank that he was probably having before answer the door to his superior.

Joe Eckens: Well I’m not a miracle worker, I can’t come to the door straight away can I, it takes time to walk from my kitchen to the front door and by the way I was making a sandwich and not masturbating.

Sabre: I don’t really care what you were up to Eckens, but I assume it was something more sordid than making a sandwich, anyway I’m sick of waiting around here so are you going to stop being rude and invite us in.

Before Joe can answer, Sabre and Magenta barge straight past him, go into his lounge and sit down on a large couch, a few seconds later Joe follows them into the room.

Joe Eckens: Do you mind, I’m kind of busy at the moment and I don’t have time for this.

Sabre: Stop being so rude Eckens, you should be honoured to have us here, after all we are two huge international superstars. Now get us both a couple of beers will you, mind you nothing that’s brewed in America or Canada. I want something from a country where they actually know how to brew beer.

Sabre pulls a kind of intimidating look so reluctantly Joe goes to get some beers he returns shortly with two bottles of Stella Artois, which he gives to Sabre and Magenta.

Sabre: That’s not bloody beer Joe, it’s lager, and it’s brewed in bloody Belgium, have you got no idea man. Couldn’t you have got me some nice English beer like Old Speckled Hen or Newcastle Brown Ale. Oh well it will have to do I suppose.

Sabre and Magenta open there beer and drink some, they both put on a show of mock disgust.

Sabre: This stuff’s vile Eckens, you really must buck up your ideas, especially when you have a star like me in your house. I bet if you had someone like Tom Cruise or Brad Pitt around you wouldn’t serve them a bottle of piss like this, so therefore you shouldn’t serve a even bigger star like me stuff like this. It’s just disgraceful behaviour from you.

Joe Eckens: Well if you’re finished slagging me off, why don’t you leave.

Sabre: I’m not leaving yet Eckens, I’m not through with you yet, but if you want to for go the usual pleasantries and get straight down to business then I’m happy to do so.

Joe Eckens: Oh go on, get on with it then.

Sabre: Well Eckens, it has come to my attention since I came back to OCW that certain referees are susceptible to bribes, and if you give them the right amount of money they will make sure that you win.

Joe Eckens: That’s not true, all the refs always call it down the middle.

Sabre: That’s not what I heard, the boys in the back told me that for as little as two thousand dollars a referee could be bought, and therefore I have to ask you the question did you accept a bribe from Painkiller for my match with him last Monday.

Joe Eckens: No of course I didn’t, I was totally impartial in that match.

Sabre: Well how do you explain some of the calls you made in the match then, firstly Painkiller low blowed me right in front of your eyes, and then he bit me, but you didn’t dq him for either offence.

Joe Eckens: Well you lowblowed and bit him too.

Sabre: Only out of revenge because he did it first, and anyway I wouldn’t have had to low blow or bite him if you had done your job properly and dqed him.

Joe Eckens: I think the fans would have been a bit upset if I disqualified Painkiller after only about a minute of action. They might have been a riot if I’d done that.

Sabre: Rubbish Eckens, you were bribed just admit it. And if you throw in the fact that after I hit Painkiller with the Middlesbrough Meltdown and went for the cover you counted as slowly as it was humanly possible. I think it very safe to say that you were in Painkiller’s pay book last Monday.

Joe Eckens: Don’t blame your shortcomings on me.

Sabre: I have no shortcomings Eckens, it was you either biased or lousy officiating that cost me my match on Monday and nothing else. And because of that I think I’ll have to get some revenge on you right now.

Joe Eckens: Well you can’t hit me, because you’ll be fined again.

Sabre: That’s where your wrong Eckens, I only get fined if you can’t continue with job, and since you aren’t on duty again until Monday, and the most one sabrecrusher would put you away for is about a few hours therefore I can get away with hitting you with one.

Joe Eckens: Guess again Sabre, you see this week OCW Blast is taking place in Tokyo and I’m going to take my flight over there today. And if you hit me with a sabrecrusher I might miss my flight and therefore I’d be stopped from doing my job and you could be fined again.

Sabre: Oh rats cocks.

Magenta leans over towards Sabre and whispers something in his ear.

Sabre: Good idea Magenta, that might just work.

Sabre turns back towards Joe.

Sabre: You’re right Joe I can’t attack you today, but there are other ways of getting my much deserved revenge on you. Firstly I could accidentally spill my lager on this new looking couch I’m sitting on.

Joe Eckens: Please don’t do that I just bought it.

Sabre spills what’s left of his lager all over the couch and Magenta does the same.

Sabre: And wouldn’t it be a shame if I accidentally scraped one of my keys right along the side of your car.

Joe Eckens: No not my car that’s my pride and joy.

Sabre: That lump of shit I saw in your garage is your pride and joy, my god man have you no taste, it’s no wonder your taking bribes, it’s because you want to buy a half decent automobile.

Joe Eckens: For the last time I didn’t take a bribe.

Sabre: Of course you did, but from now on you’ll know not to take bribes from any of my opponents won’t you, because I know where you live now and next time I will be after your car. Okay Eckens I’ve said my piece we’re leaving now, but consider yourself warned not to take bribes against me.

Sabre and Magenta leave the house without even saying goodbye to Joe, on the way back to the car they begin to talk.

Magenta: Do you know whose the ref for your match with Rottweiler this week.

Sabre: No idea Magenta, but if they find out about the warning I’ve given to Eckens, they are bound to be so scared that they will call all my matches down the middle no matter how much money they are offered by the other wrestlers, and you know that when the refs call it down the middle and show no bias in their decisions then there is not a man in OCW who can beat me. Everyone knows that the only reason why PK won was because he paid off the ref but now that option is out of the window for him, he along with all the other wrestlers will get their asses kicked by yours truly.

Magenta: You’re right there, not one of them can match up to you when it is mano e mano. Especially that good for nothing Rottweiler who you’ll be facing this week in Tokyo.

Sabre: Well he’s not exactly good for nothing, he’s good for one thing and that is getting his ass kicked by me, and on Monday when we have to go over to the land of eating raw fish and big fat men pushing and slapping each other whilst wearing nappies, that’s exactly what will happen to him. I’ll hammer him into the ground and make sure he is totally decimated.

Magenta: I can’t wait to see you give him the beating he truly deserves.

Sabre: And I can’t wait to dish it out to him, and a man of his limited ability has no chance of stopping the onslaught that I’ll bring to the ring. You only have to look at his abysmal record in EHCW to see what little he has to bring to the ring, his inept performances there were so laughable and poor that only a fool would think that he can last more than a couple of minutes when the Ultimate Fighting Machine gets his hands on him.

Magenta: You can’t help feel sorry for the man, having to go up against an undoubtedly superior wrestler when he’s clearly not ready for someone of your calibre.

Sabre: Well it’s tough shit for him Magenta, I’m not going to take it easy on him just because he’s a lower level wrestler. I’ll be hitting Sabredrivers, Sabrebombs, Sabrebreakers and Sabrecrushers on him just as much as I would against a top five wrestler. Just like any other wrestler I face he is going to be subjected to untold levels of pain and then he is going to be sabreized.

Sabre and Magenta now get back in the car, Sabre is of course driving, luckily there is a camera in the car so we can still see them as the drive away.

Magenta: Can you believe that Lisa Blunt didn’t know who Rottweiler was when he entered the arena a couple of days ago.

Sabre: It did a bit, after all Lisa must know about half of the OCW crew intimately, and those she doesn’t know in that way yet, such as me, the tea boy Jamie Cann, Lighting Engineer Nobby Dickson and webmaster Bill Grapes she apparently had detailed dossiers on them all so she can find out who her next target is. So it does surprise me somewhat that she doesn’t know who Rottweiler is.

Magenta: Perhaps he’s that much of a non entity that even Lisa doesn’t know who he is.

Sabre: Well when I get through with him, he’ll finally be famous, famous as a man who got sent to the hospital care of yours truly, famous as a man whose OCW career was ended after just one match, because the injuries sustained in that match were just to great to let him carry on with his career. In short he’ll become famous as the world’s greatest tackle dummy.

Magenta: Definitely, that mans career is history.

The camera now changes to one based outside the car, it stays focused on the car just long it enough for it to speed off into the distance. The scene then fades to black.