The scene opens inside an electrical goods shop in the middle of a shopping mall in Toronto, at the moment the only person in shot is Sabre, he is currently looking at some video cameras looking very deep in thought as he does so.

Sabre: Why on earth do all these cameras say they do all sorts of various crap when all I want to do with it is some bloody filming. It’s just enough to make you go mad.

Luckily or perhaps unluckily for Sabre, a shop assistant sees that Sabre is having more than a passing glance at the video cameras so he goes over to see if he wants some help.

Assistant: Hello Sir can I help you.

Sabre: Well I suppose so, you see I want to buy a video camera and I just don’t know which one to get.

Before the assistant can offer any help he suddenly realises who he is talking to, and as soon as the realisation dawns on him he starts to become a little bit star struck.

Assistant: Wait a minute aren’t you Sabre from OCW.

Sabre: Of course I am son, who else is a good looking, as muscular and as physically imposing as me.

Assistant: Wow, I’m a huge OCW fan, I watch it every week, and I’ve already ordered the pay per view. OCW is without a doubt the best wrestling federation ever, and I just can’t wait until Die Another Day, without a shadow of a doubt it is going to be awesome.

Sabre: It should be awesome, especially with me competing, because how can anything be less than brilliant if I’m in it.

Assistant: It’s going to be fantastic, by the way can I have your autograph.

Sabre: No you bloody can’t, if you want my autograph, you have to wait in line like everyone else and pay your ten dollars. I just don’t do freebies, so don’t bloody ask for them. Anyway I didn’t come in here to talk about wrestling, I came in here to buy a video camera, so start explaining them all to me.

The assistant looks disappointed by this reaction, but to be professional he doesn’t react to Sabre’s words and instead bores on for a few minutes explaining the various merits and technical specifications of several video cameras. Sabre though doesn’t really seem to paying that much attention, as soon as he finishes his descriptions Sabre speaks again.

Sabre: Yes that’s all very nice son, but I already decided which one I wanted before you started your little set piece selling speech, but just for the hell of it I’d thought I’d waste some of your time. So just pick up the most expensive one will you and stick it in a bag for me.

The assistant looks pissed off but he manages to keep his professional approach. He takes the camera to one of the counters and Sabre pays for it with one of his several platinum cards. The assistant them puts the camera in the bag and Sabre leaves the shop with it. On the way out the assistant can be seen mouthing what as asshole. Sabre now walks towards a nearby bench and sits down, about a five minutes later Magenta walks on screen carrying many shopping bags, she sits down next to Sabre and they begin to speak.

Sabre: You’re late Magenta.

Magenta: I’m a women Sabre, so I have every right to be late.

Sabre: From my experience that seems true enough. Anyway what did you buy, but before you tell me, I’m going to guess that you bought some hardly their dresses and some sexy lingerie, all out of my hard earned money.

Magenta: That’s exactly what I’ve bought. A woman can never have enough clothes, and enough lingerie.

Sabre: I don’t know about that, when a women has ten rooms full of clothes and has spent tens of thousands of my hard earned pounds all on items of clothing then I think she has more than enough.

Magenta: Come on Sabre I need something for Die Another Day, after all I want to look my best for the show. And anyway you’ll be the first to see me in the sexy dresses and lingerie so it’s definitely worth your while.

Sabre: Well if that’s the case you’ll be getting no complaints from me about how much you’ve spent because I’m more than sure it will be worth every penny.

Magenta: Okay that’s enough about what I bought, what did you buy.

Sabre: A top of the range video camera.

Magenta: What on earth did you buy that for.

Sabre: Because I needed it.

Magenta: You hardly need a video camera, you’ve got a film crew following you round seemingly 24 hours a day every day of the week so you don’t need any more filming equipment.

Sabre: Well if those camera men could do their job properly then I wouldn’t need this camera, but since they are all a bunch of incompetent bastards I’ve had to get some of own equipment to show them how to do the job properly. You see, after watching a replay of the last edition of Blast I’ve come to the conclusion that the OCW cameramen just aren’t us to the task of filming my matches properly. They failed abysmally to get good enough pictures of the hammering I gave Sweet Jeff Strife last Monday. I gave that man the beat down of his short life, but this camera crew failed to get adequate pictures of the suffering etched on Jeff’s ugly face. They completely failed to show the world how much pain he was in after been hit with a brutal sabrecrusher and the misery I put him through after shooting down his dreams of keeping his unbeaten record did not come across at all on the TV.

Magenta: You’ve got a point there, the way your match came across on TV almost made Jeff Strife seem equal to you, but in reality you and I both know that you annihilated Jeff without any trouble at all.

Sabre: Exactly Magenta. Mine and Jeff’s performances were polls apart, I was putting on my usual world class technical wrestling masterclass, while the so called future star of OCW was made to look like the small useless child that he actually is. But thanks to the incompetence of the OCW cameramen this did not come across as being the case, and I point blankly refuse to come across as looking weak as I am by far the strongest man on the OCW roster so I must always look good when I’m on the TV. Therefore I’ve decided to hire my own cameraman, a cameraman who has the ability to show me in the proper light, a cameraman who can show me as the dominant force that I truly am. That cameraman will be at ringside during my match with Joey ‘The Devastator’ Jackson and he will show perfectly the beatdown that I give Joey, he will show the damage that I inflict on Joey, he will show the fact that I will leave Joey a bloody mess after our match and most importantly he will show me leaving the ring as the first ever OCW version 2 Aggression champion. So therefore I bought this camera for him, as Paul won’t provide the equipment for me so I had to get it myself.

Magenta: I suppose that’s fair enough, after all the coverage of your match against Jeff Strife was almost biased in his favour. This time though with your own camera crew in operation you will get the coverage you deserve, and with the undoubted beating that you hand down to Joey, you will truly be shown in the dominant light that a superstar of your credentials and calibre deserves.

Sabre: You’ve got it 100 percent right there Magenta, Joey will get totally and utterly beaten up in our match, after all I’ve beat him every time I’ve faced him in the past, so why should this match be any different. Every time I’ve been in the ring with him in the past I’ve been easily the better wrestler, I have made him look like a wimp so may times that it’s almost untrue, and with his obvious lack of ability I just can’t see how he can turn things around and even come close to getting the better of me. You only have to look at the last edition of Blast to see that I hold all the aces going into the match. I showed that I am way more intelligent than he is and in the process of doing so I showed that he has no chance of winning our match. The only thing he could do to try and win our match was a feeble attempt to get me mad, by getting a midget with a shaved head and a goatee beard to come to the ring leading a dog with a magenta top. That was just so pathetic wasn’t it.

Magenta: Absolutely, only a feeble minded moron, would be thrown off his game by something like that.

Sabre: Precisely, and since my IQ is well above the national average there is no chance of me be even slightly riled by those actions, so all he did was waste his time and his money hiring that midget. Meanwhile I showed off my intelligence by completely showing my superiority over Joey, firstly I was easily able to sneak up behind him and lay him out with one well placed punch to the back of the head, and then with a great pre-emptive strike I was able to stop him interfering in my match with Jeff Strife by locking him in his locker room by blocking the door with a fork lift truck. It was almost guaranteed that Joey would try to interfere in my match with Jeff, because his mind works in simple ways like that. If some one attacks him he has to attack them back as soon as possible, he puts no effort into thinking about when would be the best time to strike back, and he has probably never heard of the term revenge is a dish best served cold. He is just like an animal who has one instinct and that instinct is to strike back immediately. Well my superior intelligent didn’t let him do that, as preplanning on my part totally took him out of the action, and therefore I had no one to get in my way whilst I dismantled Jeff Strife and picked up yet another victory in OCW.

Magenta: Hiring that forklift before the card truly was a work of genius. Surely only a man as intelligent as you would have had the foresight to do that.

Sabre: Well thanks for saying so, and indeed it does take a man of rare intelligence to set the perfect trap for somebody and then make sure that the person can’t get his own back. And luckily for me I have that intelligence, and that intelligence as well as my numerous other world class abilities will take to victory next Monday and will bring me the Aggression Title.

Magenta: Especially with your match now being a knockout match.

Sabre: I’ve got to agree with you there Magenta, just how can Joey beat me in a knockout match. I’m a three hundred pound monster who can shrug off pain as if was nothing, whilst Joey is a little insignificant nothing with no power what so ever. So there is no way he can even come close to knocking me out, meanwhile as I showed on Monday I can knock him clean out with one punch. And if people cared to look at ringside during my match they might have seen world heavyweight boxing champion Lennox Lewis. Well he is a good personal friend of mine as he is the kind of A list celebrity that I normally hang around with, and he tells me that his punching power, the power that was able to destroy Mike Tyson, Hasim Rachman Michael Grant and many other world class fighters is nothing compared to the power I put behind my punches. And with that amazing punching power combined with my other high impact moves how can Joey even last two minutes against me.

Magenta: I’m betting that he won’t even last one minute. Joey is weak while you’re strong so taking him out will be a piece of cake.

Sabre: And when I take him out in double quick time, then I’ll be the first ever OCW Aggression, and then maybe just maybe I’ll get the respect that a man of my huge talents deserves.

Magenta: Amen to that.

Sabre: Right I think we’ve been sitting down here for enough no, the offensive polluted air of Toronto is starting to get to me, so let’s go back to the hotel.

Magenta: That’s fine with me, I’ve had more than enough of this city.

Sabre and Magenta get up off the bench they were sitting on and walk off into the distance. The scene then fades to black.