The scene opens in a large well decorated office, at one end of the room is a large mahogany desk, a name plate on the desk immediately gives away who this office belongs to, as the name plate says Sabre, more evidence to suggest who this office belongs to is the fact that currently sitting behind the large mahogany desk with his feet on the desk is none other than Sabre, also in the room are Magenta who is sitting on a very expensive leather couch and Josh Landers who is standing as Sabre won’t allow him to sit down. At the moment Sabre is looking at some form of document. After he glances through it quickly he puts the document on the desk.

Sabre: Damn it he’s not on that list either, don’t worry I’ll track him down and expose him to the general public.

Sabre now presses a button on his desk, this button seemingly operates some sort of intercom system.

Sabre: Miss Jones could you bring in the next set of documents please.

A few seconds later a very sexy looking secretary enters the room although she isn’t as attractive as Magenta but then again who could be. The secretary is carrying a file, which she hands to Sabre.

Sabre: Thank You Miss Jones.

Miss Jones leaves the room and Sabre starts flicking through the documents she brought in, after a few minutes he puts them down on his desk.

Sabre: Bugger he’s not on that list either.

Sabre goes to press the intercom button again, but before he can Josh Landers pipes up to ask him a question.

Josh Landers: Sabre what on earth are you doing, you’ve been looking through documents all afternoon, but you don’t seem to have accomplished anything by doing it, so why are you keeping on doing it.

Sabre: That’s simple Josh, I want to find something out, and I don’t intend to stop until I’ve found it.

Josh Landers: So just what are you trying to find out then.

Sabre: Well Josh as we all know Scott Monroe is from New Orleans, these documents are lists of all the mental patients from the New Orleans area for the last twenty years, and I’m looking through them because I would really like to know exactly which Lunatic Asylum Scott Monroe comes from.

Josh Landers: Come on Sabre, that’s a bit of a waste of time isn’t it, he’s not a lunatic for goodness sake.

Sabre: Oh come on he must be, all that gibberish he comes up with on a weekly basis could surely only come out of the mouth of a simpleton. Little Scotty actually thinks, if you believe his words that he dominated me in our last match and would have beat me regardless of whether Bobby D interfered or not. Well Scotty let me refresh your memory about how the match actually went down, and lets face it you probably don’t have much memory of the match because you spent most of it either stunned or unconscious. During the match Scotty I pretty much kicked your ass from the opening bell to the final bell. I was in such control that it was almost a squash, and when I hit the Sabrecrusher on you, and you were totally KOed, your eyes were glazed over and the ref could have counted to one hundred if he wanted to. Hell I heard from one of the boys in the back that you were still feeling groggy a good hour after the show because you were still feeling the effects of the Sabrecrusher even then. So Scotty I think it’s pretty safe to say that I had the match won, and that I came out looking far better than you could even aspire too, but alas Bobby D stuck his face in my business and jumped me from behind and cost me the match through blatant interference, something which he will pay for later I might add. Scotty I don’t even know how you dare think you deserve any credit for the win, and I don’t see how you dare think I should congratulate you on getting the pin, because let’s face it you did jack shit in that match and you had absolutely nothing to do with setting me up for the pin, hell you were still knocked out during the pinfall. So I think you should just accept the truth Scott, you are definitely inferior to me in every way, and should I ever get my hands on you again you’ll probably be completely and utterly destroyed, mind you I’m not going to waste any more time on you because you don’t deserve it, so luckily for you you’ll be spared and your career might just survive to the end of the month. And one more thing Little man, that tournament you entered as a way of ducking the real competition in OCW, all I can say about it, is if you’re one of the favourites for the competition then it must be a totally lame tournament, as you are quite simply pathetic and in the tournament actually has worse wrestlers than you in it then it can’t really be up to much can it. So naturally I’m not going to enter it, when I could be doing better things like watching some grass grow. Mind you Josh, I’m still guessing that Scott just got out of an asylum so I’m guessing all these little home truths probably won’t register with him as he seems to have no grip on reality. I’m guessing even after me saying my piece he’ll still think he something special, so because of that I should really keep on looking for him on these mental patient documents just so I can expose him as the retard that he is, and even more hopefully get him sent back where he came from so he doesn’t bother us all again with his inane banter. So if you’ll excuse me Josh I have to get back to my work.

Sabre is about to press the intercom button to get his secretary to bring in more documents but once again before he can do that Josh stops him with another question.

Josh Landers: Before you do that though couldn’t I ask you some questions on Bobby D, because after all you are facing him this week and not Scott Monroe.

Sabre: No you can’t Josh, I’m a busy man after all, but I will make a few comments about him, I just won’t endure your terrible questioning technique. Like I said earlier Bobby D is going to pay for getting involved in my business last week. If he had a problem with me, he should have dealt with it like a man and met me face to face in the middle of the ring after my match, but since he’s a little pussy with no balls, all he can do is attack me from behind when I’m the middle of a match. Well Bobby in my opinion that’s not on, and it’s especially not one when it was your actions and your actions alone that cost me the match and put an end to one of the best win streaks in OCW, and for that you’re going to suffer, and when I say suffer you’re going to receive the biggest beat down of your career. Bobby do you remember my successful Aggression title defence against El Nutso and Dan Downtown at April Attitude, those two guts might never be the same again after that match because not only did Dan receive the Blammy Award winning Sabrecrusher, both men were on the receiving end of the slap shot, which is probably the most painful move ever created in wrestling, man those two guys were in so much pain after that match, they could both barely stand, and looking even further back do you remember the first ever version two pay per view, Joe Jackson and I battling it out for the vacant Aggression Title. Bloody hell I hit him with almost every weapon known to man, he was bleeding like a stuck pig during that match and the amount of pain I dished out to him that night is probably one of the reasons why he doesn’t compete here anymore. Anyway those beatings are nothing compared to what I’m going to dish out to you on Monday. On the next edition of Blast Bobby you’re in store for a bad night because not only are you going to lose the match in all probability you’ll lose a lot of blood too but the next time I face you you’re going to have an even worse night because next time I’m going to demand that your title is on the line, and on the that night you won’t just lose the match and a lot of blood, you’ll all lose you’re precious little title. So be prepared Bobby, be prepared for the worst few weeks of your life.

Sabre now brushes aside Josh, and any further attempts to ask him questions, he then presses the intercom button again.

Sabre: Bring in the next file please Miss Jones.

The scene fades to black.