The scene opens in Sabre’s very plush looking locker room, here we can see Sabre doing some stretches just to make sure that he doesn’t pull any muscles or anything like that during his tag team match against Scott Monroe and Curtis Kage. It is also noticeable that Sabre has a huge smile on his face whilst, could this be because Magenta is also in the locker room wearing her quite revealing ring attire or could there be some other reason.

Magenta: Sabre what on earth are you smiling at, it’s not like you’ve won your match yet.

Sabre: Why shouldn’t I smile Magenta, it’s a lovely sunny day, the birds are singing and their isn’t a cloud in the sky.

Sabre does a couple more stretches

Magenta: Don’t talk out of your backside, since when did all that matter to you.

Sabre: Okay it’s got nothing to do with the weather, I’m smiling because today is the start of a brand new era in OCW, an era which will see me once again resume my rightful place at the very top of this company. A position which Paul Middle kept me from getting because he was jealous of the fact that I’m a far better man than he’ll ever be, but with Dave Martin now in charge there is nothing to hold me back from reaching out and grabbing the spot I so rightly deserve. And with the Ultimate Title currently vacant, I have the perfect opportunity to gain that belt and regain my spot at the top.

Magenta: But what if Dave Martin has other plans for the Ultimate Title.

Sabre: Well if he does I’ll just have to chance them won’t I.

Magenta: And just how are you going to do that Sabre?

Sabre does a few more stretches before replying.

Sabre: That’s simple Magenta, I’ll get Dave’s attention on Monday Night by putting on the kind of wrestling clinic which only I can do. And when I show everyone once again why I’m the best wrestler in the world Dave will have to at the very least put me in some sort of match for the vacant title. And with PK apparently off on some European tour, J-Man being totally lazy as per usual and Bobby D doing a disappearing act, I’m the only one of the major contenders for the Ultimate Title in action this week so when I put on my clinic I can really put myself in the forefront of Dave’s ideas and give myself the chance of retaking my spot.

Magenta looks very happy at Sabre’s words, a nice smile also appears on her face.

Magenta: I know you can do it Sabre, you’re definitely on your way back to the top.

Sabre: Absolutely Magenta, and my first step on the way to accomplishing that goal will probably be one of my favourite steps because I just can’t wait to put Little Scott Monroe in his place. He comes into OCW acting all high and mighty, telling everyone how we should all fear him and generally being a complete dickhead, well Monday is his time of reckoning because I’m finally going to get my hands on that scrawny sack of shit and when I do he’ll be history. There isn’t a wrestler in the world today who can even come close to beating me when I’m totally on my game and totally motivated, and I am definitely fully motivated at the moment to beat Curtis Kage and Scott Monroe into the middle of next week. Getting back to number one is one hell of a motivation but beating Scott Monroe is going pretty damn good as well, because Magenta, Scott Monroe has all the qualities that I hate in wrestlers, firstly he just doesn’t know when to shut up, we all know he’s bitten off more than he can chew in challenging me to a match but he still insists on running his mouth and pretending that he’s the big man. And I just hate the way he suffers from Little man complex, he’s so paranoid about his small size that he has to go round starting fights with all the big guys even though he hasn’t got a hope in hell of beating them, it’s just down right dumb of him to think he can even last five minutes with me, but he’s going to pay for being dumb and don’t we all just know it.

Magenta: Monroe’s so small I bet he has trouble in finding a wrestling outfit to fit him properly.

Sabre: And don’t you just hate it when people join a new fed and think they’re way better than everyone else, Monroe clearly thinks that, but he’s clearly mistaken because he amounts to jackshit in this fed, he is just some little bug who’s there to be crushed under my big boot, he seems to think I should fear him, well why the hell should I be scared of him, when I’m the Ultimate Fighting Machine and he’s just a puny pipsqueak with nothing to back up his big words. My god that’s almost enough to make me sick

Sabre: And the least said about him pretending to be possessed by the devil or something like that the better, because I really do hate people who pretend to be possessed, that just sucks in my opinion. But after saying all of that, there is one thing about his character that I hate above everything else, and that is undoubtedly the thing I hate most in wrestling. And that’s wrestlers who insist on making us believe that they’re some kind of philosopher. I just hate it when wrestlers try to rationalize every word that an opponent says or they go on and on about hypothetical situations which might resemble what’s happening in OCW. My god all that is just so annoying, it was annoying when Amos Stamos did it and it’s even more annoying when this useless sack of shit does it. I think he should get it into his thick skull that wrestling is not about who’s the better philosopher it’s about who’s the better fighter, because after all Socrates and Aristotle were never wrestlers were there, and legends like Andre the Giant or Brusier Brody probably wouldn’t know a hypothesis if you hit them in the face with it. So he should take the dictionary out of his ass, stop prattling on about the meaning of existence and accept the fact that he’s going to get his ass whooped good and proper on Blast.

Magenta: Blast is going to be so sweet, seeing you and Ryan taking care of business and kill those two arseholes is going to be magnificent.

The locker room door now opens and in walks Sabre’s good buddy AJ Moonlight, AJ is drinking a can of Carling Special Brew and definitely looks very jolly. He takes a seat next to Magenta whilst Sabre continues to do some more stretches.

AJ Moonlight: It’s not long now Sabre, not long until you get to give Monroe a right good kicking.

Sabre: Not long at all AJ, not long until that little runt learns several new meanings of the word pain.

AJ Moonlight: Well I can’t wait to see it, by the way did you catch Monroe of the TV not to long ago.

Sabre: Of course not I have no desire to watch him and his attempts at philosophy.

AJ Moonlight: Well unfortunately I saw him in action, and I’ll tell you now it wasn’t pleasant. Monroe talks so much shit that he’d put a politician to shame.

Sabre: Did he say something along the lines of I think therefore I am.

AJ Moonlight: No, but he did say he was a giant.

Sabre struggles to contain a laugh, but alas he fails and bursts out in hysterics for a short while, when he composes himself he speaks again.

Sabre: Has he been smoking dope or something, he’s about as much of a giant as Tom Cruise is. He’s almost a bloody midget for goodness sake. I knew he had an inflated opinion of himself but this just takes the biscuit. My god what a bloody retard, oh well I suppose I’ll have to grab hold of this so called giant by his apparently giany neck on Blast and squeeze the giant life right out of him before whooping his giant ass and picking up the pin.

AJ Moonlight: And he called you a fool on several occasions too.

Sabre: Oh wow, how offensive, I might just have to get mad over that one, or perhaps not when an insult about my intelligent comes from a man who regularly shows us that he has a lower IQ than a plant.

AJ Moonlight: And the final gem I got from him was that he and Kage were going to throw you and Trent to the gutter.

Sabre: As Bloody if AJ, I’ve made a career out of beating pathetic little upstarts, so why should it be any different on Blast. The result of this match is going to be so simple. Trent is going to annihilate Curtis Kage, then I’ll get in the ring, throw Kage’s pathetic little carcass out of the ring and take Monroe to school, I’ll knock seven shades of shit out of him, then I’ll pummel him some more before putting him out of his misery and picking up my deserved win. In short AJ, our two little opponents are going to be well are truly Sabreized, and when they are I’ll be sure to impress Dave Martin enough to get my shot at the Ultimate Title.

With that Sabre does so more stretches, AJ drinks some more of his beer and Magenta watches on some more. The scene then fades to black.