The scene opens outside the front gate of Buckingham Palace, all around the entrance we can see TV camera and journalists, amongst these journalists is none other than Lisa Blunt.

Lisa Blunt: Wow, I’m outside Buckingham Palace I really have made it in journalism now haven’t I. I bet Josh and Brian are really jealous now, because they’re stuck in the USA while in living it up here, mind you if only they’d let me inside, wouldn’t that be something. Just imagine it I could meet that hunky Prince William, and he could sweep me off my feet and make me his princess, now wouldn’t that be something. Oh well I guess that’s not going to happen and I’ll just have to wait for Sabre instead. Not to sweep me off my feet though, I know he’ll never to that, the bastard, I’ll just wait for him to finish whatever it is he’s doing in there. Mind you I wonder what he’s doing in there, I didn’t know he had friends in such high places.

Lisa doesn’t have long to wait for Sabre, as pretty soon a big door at the front of the palace opens and a large crowd of people exit it, all these people are dressed formally, easily visible amongst the crowd of people purely because of his massive size and distinctive appearance is Sabre. Sabre is wearing a very formal mourning suit and has Magenta on his arm who is wearing a very elegant dress, he also noticeably has a big medal pinned to his chest. The crowd of people then leave Buckingham Palace through the front gate, a few famous faces are amongst their number but I can’t be bothered thinking who exactly these famous people could be. A lot of the people in the crowd also have medals pinned to their chests as well. As the crowd disperses, a few of the famous faces including Sabre and Magenta pose for press so they can take a few pictures for their respective newspapers, Sabre then does a few interviews with various TV channels before he and Magenta go over to talk to Lisa Blunt.

Sabre: Lisa it’s good to be me isn’t it, I have more money than most people could dream of, several huge houses, the OCW Aggression Title, a girlfriend who is undoubtedly the sexiest woman on the face of the planet, and now I have been personally decorated by the queen, does life get any better than this.

Lisa Blunt: Personally decorated by the queen, Wow how did that ever come about.

Sabre: Well you see this medal Lisa, this is the O.B.E. or Order of The British Empire in case you didn’t know and the queen has personally just awarded it to me for my services to wrestling, acting and been a great international ambassador for Britain.

Lisa Blunt: Wow that’s quite an honour.

Sabre: It sure is Lisa, and who can blame the queen for giving it to me, because after all I am one hell of a wrestler and one hell of an actor aren’t I.

Lisa Blunt: I suppose.

Sabre: And apparently the queen is one of my biggest fans, she was telling me that how she tuned in to watch Blast every week and how she hopes that I beat Bobby D, Painkiller and Tommy Massacre next Monday to become the Ultimate Champion.

Lisa Blunt: That’s quite an endorsement.

Sabre: Absolutely Lisa, and I can’t let queen down can I, so I’ll just have to win the Ultimate Title now won’t I, not that I wouldn’t have won it anyway, but now since I have even more incentive to get the job done, who on earth is going to stop me.

Lisa Blunt: Tommy, Bobby and PK might be able to stop you.

Sabre: No way Lisa, none of those bozos have a chance of stopping me, when they get in the ring with a totally super charged Sabre the only things they will be doing are bleeding and losing, as I win the match and win the title.

Lisa Blunt: Did you catch what Tommy Massacre said though last night. He sounded very angry especially with you, doesn’t that worry you at all.

Sabre: Why should that bother me, Tommy Massacre is just a little kid who’s in way above his head. He hasn’t even got the slightest chance of beating me on Monday so he should stop kidding himself and accept that fact that he’s going to get a good old fashioned ass whopping from yours truly. Lisa, Tommy is just the latest in a long line of sportsman who’ve taken up the same profession as their Dads but who can’t hope to even be compared to their apparently illustrious fathers, he’s just like Axel Mercx, Liam Botham, Paul Daglish and Sam Shilton, all sportsman who wouldn’t have even got a professional contract but for their Dads. Just face it he’s nothing, and I can’t wait to get my hands on him and give him a good sound thrashing. And seeing as though he’s so bad why on earth did he choose to go on about his eyes saying that they are the same as Jakkob McKain’s. Excuse me Tommy it’s not eyes that win matches, it’s wrestling ability and you my friend come up well short in that category. And anyway why would I care if he did come from the same stock as Jakkob McKain, it’s not as if I was scarred of Jakkob was it. If I remember rightly I was always the first person to respond whenever he issued a challenge, and my record in Version Two against him was pretty damn impressive wasn’t it. In our only two matches together I beat him fair and square in the first one, and in the second one I won the Aggression Title didn’t I, so it will take far more that the aura of Jakkob McKain to beat me Tommy, in fact it will take far more than you could ever muster little man, because little pipsqueaks like you will never ever get the better of me.

Lisa Blunt: What about his words on respect, don’t you have any respect for Tommy at all.

Sabre: No of course I don’t, and why should I, he’s never done anything in his career so why should I have anything but loathing for him, and anyway who cares about respect. I didn’t get into this business to earn respect, I got into wrestling to win title belts and to earn lots of money, and Lisa I’ve done both those things haven’t I. There’s isn’t a man is OCW who’s earned more money in the ring than me, and I can’t think of anyone who’s held as much gold as me, and since I’ve done all the things I’ve set out to do who cares what some snot nosed little kid who doesn’t even belong in a wrestling ring thinks of me, and while we’re at it who cares what a pampered pretty boy and a convicted murderer think of me either. I couldn’t give a rats ass what either of them think, because at the end of the day it will do them no good when I bust them both open and go back to one of my palatial mansions with the Ultimate Title to go with the Aggression Title belt, the version one tag title belt and the version one world title belt which I still have in my possession.

Lisa Blunt: Wow that is a lot of gold isn’t it.

Sabre: It sure is Lisa, and on Monday it can only be added to. Tommy Massacre despite all his hot air and blustering can only expect to be blown away in a matter of seconds when he gets into the ring. That little man who should only be setting up the ring rather than fighting in it better expect a swift exit from the match because little retards like him will get nothing else when they step up to the plate against the true big boys of this sport. And as for my other two opponents, Bobby you’d better kiss that precious title belt goodbye, and while you’re at it, you might as well kiss that handsome face which you seem to think you possess goodbye too, because on Monday you’ve got a meeting with my trusty sledgehammer, and after that meeting you my friend will never be the same again, because Bobby you’ll be busted wide open, your precious title will be gone, and those looks you’re so proud of just won’t be the same with a great big scar right across you’re forehead will they. Monday night is going to be a long night for you Bobby, however it might not be to long a night in the ring, because when I go after you at full force I can’t see you lasting very long against the Ultimate Fighting Machine, but it will be a long night in the infirmary for you I can guarantee that, because the doctors will probably have to spend all night putting in all the stitches that are going to be needed to close the wound I give you. And as you Painkiller, you might have escaped the death penalty, but you certainly won’t escape me. You’re fate is going to be exactly that same as Tommy’s and Bobby’s and that is not going to very pleasant for you at all. Although in you’re case I might even be more severe, because I might just have to give you my own lethal injection, a lethal injection of pain, and it will be pain so severe that you’ll probably think you’re sitting in the electric chair. When you walk to the ring PK, it will definitely be a case of dead man walking, because I’ve got my sights set on you and once I’ve disposed of Tommy and Bobby, you’re next on the chopping block and you’ll be the next to be completely taken out. At the moment PK you’re just like a man standing on the gallows waiting to do to Tyburn Jig, but when you get into the ring with me the lever will be sprung and you’ll be doing your merry dance all the way to hell. Bobby, Tommy and PK you’ll all just have to face it, you’re only role on Monday is to play second fiddle to me, that belt is mine and there’s nothing any of you can do about it. Accept the fact that the belt is mine and that you are all going to be sabreized. Because at the end of the day only one man can be top dog round here, and that man is none other than me. Now if you’ll excuse me Lisa, I’ve just been awarded an OBE so I’ve got some celebrating to me, so get out of my face will you.

Lisa Blunt: Charming.

Sabre and Magenta don’t hear Lisa though as they’ve already left to do some celebrating, the scene then fades to black.