Scott Williams is in a dimly illuminated room in his apartment, which is illuminated by a single light bulb in a shade hanging from a line from the ceiling. His apartment is very messy. The couches are old, the floors are stacked with junk, and the television has a hole kicked in it from Williams' frustration of losing his match to The Angel. He is dressed in a blue bandana, a white tank top, cargo shorts that go well below his knee, and bright white sneakers. Around his neck is a big gold chain with his initials on the end. The chain is very expensive looking, with diamonds placed on the piece with his initials on it. He is wearing a lusterous silver watch, which shines brightly when hit with light. His black hair is tied in a ponytail.
Williams looks at the camera and begins to speak
You know, last week I was in a triple threat match against Krypto and The Angel. I did NOT lose the match. That damn alien Krypto lost it. How does he have a job? Management really screwed up on that decision. Yet another thing that they've done wrong, which is why when I win my match against that wannabe rapper, Stevenson Marquel, I'll advance to the Mayhem Scramble, which I will also win, beginning my quest to take down this company by becoming the new Mayhem Champion. My failure to defeat The Angel last week means nothing. Now, about my opponent in my qualifiying match for the Mayhem Scramble. Marquel says he likes to rap. Well, I've written a rap of my own.
Williams begins to sing in a rap style.
Stevenson Marquel calls himself a rapper
I've heard better singing while sitting on the crapper
He's six foot seven and two eighty two pounds
When he wrestles me, it'll be like fighting a pack of hounds
Once upon a time he got shot in the leg
It's about time I knocked him down a peg
In terms of becoming champion, this match opens the door
It all ends for Marquel when he taps to the Figure Four
Someone knocks on the door, and Williams opens up. A man who he is very familiar with is on the other side, as a sillouhette due to the lack of light. He comes into the dark apartment, and the man is Ross Williams.
Ross... what are you doing here?
My parole hearing was three days ago. I was going to tell you before you had that attack at the prison. Anyway, I'm on parole for the next six years, which is the remainder of what my sentence was. Did I hear you... rapping?
Yeah man, just you know, talking down my opponent.
Oh, that's cool, how'd you do last week?
Krypto lost the match for me.
I thought you were in a tag team match...?
Well, my partner was unsurprisingly, a no show. So instead, we had a triple threat.
Oh that's cool. Anyw-
Scott cuts him off.
No, it's NOT cool. Management made yet another poor decision by hiring that freak. But it's no matter, because I'm going to be the next Mayhem Champion after I qualify for the Mayhem Scramble Match and win the whole thing. Anyway, what did you come here for, money? Because the loser's purse is barely enough for me to make end's meet.
Williams picks up the broken television from it's stand and slams it on the ground in frustration, breaking it's panels apart. His face twitches after this and Ross looks at him with despair.
After Mom died, I was forced to look after you. I've failed.
Hey, at least I haven't spent the last eight years in jail. How about you LEAVE?
I should.
Ross leaves the apartment with Scott angrily talking to himself sitting on the rugged and torn couch.
