The scene opens in the area where most of the OCW executive offices are located deep in the heart of Omega Towers. At the moment Sabre and Magenta can be seen walking along one of the corridors in this maze of a structure. As always Sabre has his Aggression Title belt over his shoulder but the presence of the belt isn’t enough to distract the fact that Sabre is looking a little bit pissed off. After a short amount of walking they come to Dave Martin’s office. Naturally Sabre doesn’t bother to knock on the door, he just opens it and walks straight in. Alas when Sabre and Magenta the room there is no sign of Dave.

Sabre: Magenta where the hell is Dave, I’ve had a good look around the building and he’s no where to be found.

Magenta: Well I don’t bloody know do I. I’m in the dark as much as you.

Sabre: Well we’ve got to find him, I really need to give him a piece of my mind.

Magenta: Well why don’t we try the OCW Executive Bistro then, as he might be having his lunch or something like that.

Sabre: Okay then, I suppose I’ve got nothing better to do, It’s not like I’m rushed off my feet getting ready for my match at April Attitude, because let’s face it I’m going to win my match easily with the minimum of effort.

Sabre and Magenta now leave Dave’s office and go off to the OCW Executive Bistro, which just happens to be at the end of the corridor they’re standing on. But when they get in the Bistro there is still no sign of Dave, however Lisa Blunt is in the Bistro and is currently finishing off her lunch.

Sabre: Damn it, he’s not here, where the hell can he be.

Lisa sees that Sabre is looking a bit pissed off, so she stops eating and goes over to Sabre to see what the matter is.

Lisa Blunt: Hey Sabre, what’s up with you, I thought you’d be happy seen as though you and PK beat Bobby D and Amos Stamos on the last edition of Blast.

Sabre: Well that was a great win, and I did firmly put Amos and Bobby in their places which can only be seen as a good thing, but I’m still not a happy man because I want to see Dave Martin but I can’t seem to find him, and believe me I’ve looked all over this bloody building.

Lisa Blunt: Sorry to say this, but you won’t find him in the building because he’s not here, he’s off at some seminar for up and coming executives so he won’t be around here all day.

Sabre: Arse.

Lisa Blunt: Anyway what did you want him for.

Sabre: It’s quite simple really, I need to speak with him on various issues, for starters I only agreed to be his buddy on the grounds that we were had an equal partnership. No one is in charge of me least of all Dave. And that being the case I just don’t like the fact that he made decisions regarding my match at the Pay Per View without consulting me first, and if we’re supposed to be equals that’s just not on. He never asked my opinion on adding El Nutso to the match, and personally I don’t like that one bit. And then I heard rumours that he doesn’t care who leaves with the Aggression Title on Monday, as long as it’s either El Nutso or myself. Well if Dave wants to count on my continued support, he had better start wanting me to win, because come match time if he’s not cheering me on he can kiss my ass. I only associate with people who want the best for me, so Dave had better start doing that.

Lisa Blunt: And if Dave had asked your opinion would you have agreed to have El Nutso added to the match.

Sabre: Absolutely not, it seems to me the only reason why Dave added El Nutso to the match was to make sure Dan Downtown wouldn’t win. Well in my opinion there wasn’t a chance of him winning anyway. Only three weeks ago, I absolutely hammered Dan in a hardcore match, I dominated him, dissected him and then finally destroyed him with one almighty Sabrecrusher. I whipped his ass so much that there could be no doubt that I am the superior wrestler and that every future match between us would be another easy victory for me, so why the hell do I need someone to back me up to guarantee victory when the result was already a foregone conclusion.

Lisa Blunt: Dan is the Blast Champion now though, so he’ll be a tough proposition.

Sabre: So what, it doesn’t change the fact that he’s a loser and only won the title because he beat another loser. You’ll just have to face facts Lisa, when I get my hands on that no good punk he’s going to be annihilated and if he even contemplates acting like a total prick this week, with his usual crazy antics, then I’ll just have to ram my fist so far down his throat that he won’t be eating solids for a whole month.

Lisa Blunt: He’s already got up to some crazy stuff, he had Tom Jones sing a song about you, saying you wear women’s clothes. And he got someone else to make a cartoon of you, and the cartoon Sabre soiled himself and danced around in women’s clothes with a group of sailors.

Sabre: For starters anyone who hangs around with that over rated leather skinned Welsh windbag deserves a slap, and secondly I guess Dan will spending the rest of his life eating through a straw, because those kind of antics just can’t be tolerated. Personally I just can’t believe how big an imbecile Dan is, he should get a bit of dignity and a bit of class, perhaps I can beat them into him on Monday. Anyway from the way Dan acts every Blast I can see why Dave Martin hates him so much, it is just obvious that the man is a complete dick, but that doesn’t give Dave the right to add El Nutso to the match without first consulting me and I will most certainly be having words with Dave about it the next time I see him.

Lisa Blunt: Now that El Nutso has been added to the match though what do you think your chances are with him?

Sabre: My only advice to El Nutso is stay out of my way, he might as well just relax in the corner during the match, whilst I take care of Dan, and hold onto my belt. It is definitely in his best interests to keep away from me, because if he doesn’t he’ll have hell to pay.

Lisa Blunt: I saw El Nutso speak a couple of days ago, and it seemed that he was pretty determined to win the title.

Sabre: Did he say anything else?

Lisa Blunt: He also said you were of below average intelligence, that he was going to destroy you, that no one could beat him, that the odds were in his favour in the match and that he might let you walk out of the arena under your own steam.

Sabre: Did he really, there’s awfully big words for such a little man. Personally I’d like to remind El Nutso what happened the last time we faced each other in a hardcore match. If you recall way back in the CWF, in my first and only match for that company, I totally wrecked El Nutso’s knee and put him in the hospital for at least a week. And I’ll tell you what Lisa, if El Nutso tries to cross me on Monday and gets in my way he could end up back there, because no one is going to take my Aggression Title away from me, I’ve worked too hard to get it, to let a puny pipsqueak or a drunken loser to take it from me. So like I was saying earlier El Nutso might as well just relax during the match, maybe have a cold one or something like that, and just watch whilst I beat Dan Downtown to a pulp and hold on to my belt.

Lisa Blunt: I can’t see him doing that though, that’s just not in his character.

Sabre: Well he better get it into his character because if he doesn’t he’ll suffer the consequences. During this match I’d really prefer to beat on Dan and pin him or make him tap, but if El Nutso gets in the way he’ll have earned my wrath and he’ll be the one getting the beatdown. But whatever happens I’ll be holding onto my belt, and naturally Dan Downtown and El Nutso if he gets in my way will be totally sabreized.
Now that’s enough of the chit chat, if Dave’s not around here there’s no point in Magenta and myself hanging about so off we go.

Sabre and Magenta leave Lisa behind and leave the executive bistro, the scene then fades to black.