The scene opens in the Terror Squad locker room. The Terror Squad's locker room this week is in direct contrast with the one that Commissioner Sabre assigned to the Dutch Alliance. Because this week Sabre has commandeered the Barcelona football team's locker room to use as his locker room, as you can imagine it is a state of the art locker room, very spacious, nicely decorated, a dedicated warm up area and several massage tables comparing rather well to the squalid conditions in which The Dutch Alliance have to put up with this week. At the moment Sabre is in the locker room sitting down relaxing watching a monitor. Kyle is also in the room doing a few stretches in the warm up area. The camera pans around to see what Sabre is watching on the monitor. It is Cat's latest promo.

Sabre: So you think you get around your punishment by getting changed in your hotel room and then coming to the stadium and therefore not using your locker room, well if you think you can get off that punishment then I'll just have to set another one for you, so from now on until Middle conforms to my wishes you along with the rest of the Dutch Alliance will have your limousine privileges revoked, no longer will you be ferried from your hotels in one of the WWWP limousines, you lot will have to make your own way to the stadium, and don't think you can get by this sanction by driving yourself here, because none of you will get a stadium parking permit, so you will have to either walk to the stadium or get a taxi, and I heard the taxis in Barcelona are very unreliable so it looks like you lot are in for a long trek to get to the stadium.

Kyle Thunder: That little lot should sort them out.

Sabre: Yes it should.

There is now a knock on the door. Sabre doesn't respond to it.

Sabre: Make then wait that's what I say.

There is another knock, once again Sabre doesn't responds, he waits for a third knock before he finally shouts.

Sabre: Come in.

The door opens and in walks Stacey Firestone and ring announcer Jodie Harrison.

Stacey Firestone: We got a message saying that you wanted to see us.

Sabre: Yes I did send you both a message, and you're both late by 30 seconds I should fine the pair of you.

Jodie Harrison: But we're only late because you didn't let us in straight away.

Sabre: Well I'll let you off just this once.

Stacey Firestone: So what did you want to see us for then.

Sabre: You two are aware of my what powers I have as WWWP Commissioner aren't you.

Jodie Harrison: I think I know what you can do.

Sabre: Well if that's the case you'll be aware that I can do pretty much anything I want, the only things I can' do are hire new wrestlers and strip people of titles.

Stacey Firestone: That's what I thought you're powers were.

Sabre: So while I can't strip Paul Middle of the hardcore title or The Mysterious Wimp of the lightheavyweight title what I can do is order you two to strip, so go on GET NAKED.

Stacey Firestone: You can't make us do that.

Sabre: Yes I can.

Jodie Harrison: Well I'm not going to do it.

Sabre: Well if you don't do it you will both be fined.

Stacey Firestone: No you can fine me all I want, I'm not going to do that.

Sabre: Well if you won't do it then you will both be fired, I'm sure Max Hawke can find two more attractive young ladies to do your jobs.

Jodie Harrison: Well if we are going to be fired, then I guess we'll have to do it.

Sabre: Ms Harrison I think you've got the idea, what about you Stacey do you want to keep your job.

Stacey Firestone: It doesn't look like I have much of a choice does it.

Sabre: Go on then take them off and I mean all off.

On heari ng this Kyle immediately stops his stretching and he sits down near Sabre ready to watch the show.

Kyle Thunder: This should be good.

The two ladies start to strip, they both takes their tops off to reveal their bras and some rather nice cleavage.

Sabre: Hey camera man turn that thing off this is a private show. Go on ladies keep going.

A smile starts to appear on Sabre's face as the camera man obeys his wishes and turns the camera off. When the scene starts again we are still in The Terror Squad locker room, Sabre and Kyle are still in there sitting down but the ladies are now gone.

Kyle Thunder: That was quite some show wasn't it.

Sabre: Very impressive. I didn't know that Jodie had such nice puppies

Kyle Thunder: Stacey was hot too.

Sabre: Sizzling. We'll have to do that again some time won't we.

Kyle Thunder: Yes we'll have too. Perhaps next time you should order Cat and Terissa to join in.

Sabre: No, those two ugly freaks would ruin the show, I think we should just stick to Jodie and Stacey. Because as Commissioner I only want to see a good show.

Kyle Thunder: And speaking of good shows just think in a few days time you will be putting on the finest show ever seen in the history of wrestling.

Sabre: I sure will be Kyle. My performance on Wednesday will be awesome, people will be talking about how good it was for decades to come. It will be an exhibition of the total and utter class, and I doubt it will ever be matched.

Kyle Thunder: Master hasn't got a chance has he.

Sabre: No chance at all, he will be brushed aside so easily. In fact it will be no contest because Master isn't in the same class as me.

Kyle Thunder: You make Master look like Just the Bomb, that's how much better you are than him.

Sabre: Kyle you're almost right there, but to tell the truth Kyle I make Master look worse than Just the Bomb. I'm just so much better than he is. And my superiority just makes my world title win so certain, I don't think I've ever seen a more sporting certainty. Even England beating Holland in rugby union isn't as certain as my victory on Wednesday. I heard the betting shop in Las Vegas were no longer taking bets on the match because even they know that my victory is certain. And they are so right because at Total Annihilation Master will be Sabrezied.

Kyle Thunder goes over to a small fridge in the corner of the room he pulls o ut two beers, he throws one to Sabre who deftly catches it. Kyle opens his beer and Sabre opens his, they both take a big drink.

Kyle Thunder: Here's to your triumph at Total Annihilation.

Sabre: And to the greatest world title reign in the history of wrestling.

The two men take another swig of beer and the scene fades to black.