AS 12 Cardiffcam vs. John Smith vs. Scott Hammond - Mayhem Title

[Lee]

Deadline for Ascension RPs - Tuesday 23rd March 23:59 EST

 

[Low_Ki]

(The camera fades into a massive green field, sheep, cows and horses can be seen slowly sauntering around eating. A small farmhouse can be seen in the distance. As the camera pans into the house, Scott Hammond is seen sitting on a rocking chair looking out into the open field. A car rev's up to the farmhouse and stops short of the porch. Leon Kensworth gets out of the car with a camera crew. He walks up to Hammond looking puzzled)

Leon Kensworth: Scott, you got me to come all the way out here in the middle of nowhere for an interview?

Scott Hammond: The middle of nowhere? Excuse me, but even though I detest this dreadful place, it is still attached to England, the greatest country in the free world. Wales, albeit a little shoddy is still apart of the UK.

Leon Kensworth: Okay, so what would you like me to ask you?

Scott Hammond: Your the interviewer, that's your job right?

(Kensworth gives Hammond a disgruntled look before telling the crew to set up. He takes his mic and sits by the side of Hammond)

Leon Kensworth: Scott Hammond, last week on Meltdown you defeated the former Mayhem Champion The KillJoy in a brutal match, what are your thoughts looking back?

Scott Hammond: I don't usually say this Leon. But before I stepped into the ring with The KillJoy I was...overzealous in my criticism of him. I told him that he was a paper champion. That he amounted to nothing. I was wrong. The man took me to the very limit, he pushed me more than I think I have ever been pushed here in WZCW. And for that KillJoy, you have my respect. But when the smoke had cleared, it was my hand that was raised in victory. I am on the high of a lifetime right now and not you KillJoy, or anyone else for that matter can bring me down. I am finally hitting my stride here in WZCW, and to all those who doubt me, just re-watch Meltdown, and you will see a wrestling clinic at work.

Leon Kensworth: That brings me to my next question. Why on earth are we here, in this field?

Scott Hammond: Leon, I could spout off some lie about me wanting to get away from it all, but really, I am actually here scouting and doing my homework. You see this is Cardiff. A real drab of a place I know, and lets face it, the Welsh haven't had much to scream about athletically in many, many years. This is the birthplace of one CardiffCam. Now this gentleman obviously grew up around here, was trained by the legendary Redragon, but really, looking around, apart from the sheep, there doesn't seem like a great deal to do here.

Leon Kensworth: That is very derogatory, and a very obvious knock on the Welsh.

Scott Hammond: Yes quite, and I should be ashamed, but I'm not. You see Leon, I watched Ascension last week very closely. I saw CardiffCam and his lame tag team partner John Smith beaten quite soundly. I look at a man like CardiffCam, and I see the longing in his eyes to be remembered for something. But much like one of his Welsh idols Ryan Giggs, he will never amount to anything outside of Wales.

Leon Kensworth: This week you are thrusted into a triple threat match with your Mayhem Title on the line against CardiffCam and John Smith, which means you don't need to be pinned to lose your title, what are your thoughts?

Scott Hammond: It's a damn shame really. That because of my fantastic run that there are people who wish to see me fail. Stacking the odds against me so that I might lose my title. CardiffCam is 160 pounds of nothing. I will throw him around the ring like a rag doll and make him bleed! And then we have the 250 pound muscle man John Smith. A man who shares his name with an alcohol beverage, and apart from that, the only thing that they have in common is that they both sicken me. John, you may hail from the same city as me, but that doesn't mean that we are anything alike. You too looked pathetically incapable of impressing on any level during your tag match on Ascension, and it just goes to prove that all of that body building and muscle enhancement has simply made your brain smaller. You are both wretches on the very bottom rung of the WZCW and come Ascension, just like the KillJoy, I will be placing you both back at the bottom of the pack. But may I make one suggestion to you both. For the love of all that is good in this world, don't team up on me, because if its anything like your team up on last weeks Ascension, you will make my job a lot easier than it is already going to be. So CardiffCam, Mr Smith, I will be seeing you across the ring next week, but one thing is guaranteed, by the end of our match, you both WILL respect me!! Leon, that is all.

(Hammond pushes the mic from his mouth and directs Leon and the camera crew to exit. He sits back on his rocking chair, with the Mayhem title hanging from the porch neatly. He rocks on the chair as the scene fades to black)

 

[CardiffCam]

A camera shows the door of a locker room, marked CardiffCam. A fist knocks on it, but it just teeters open. The door gets pushed open, and CardiffCam is transfixed on a monitor. The faint sound of Scott Hammond speaking can be heard, and CardiffCams eyes are bloodshot with rage. The sound fades off, and Leon Kensworth tries approaching Cardiffcam.

Leon Kensworth- C-c-cardi-

CardiffCam- Shut up Kensworth, I know what you're going to say. You're going to apologize about that little interview of yours. An interview where my nation was attacked. I was belittled. An interview full of discrimination, and pure debauchery. You'll say you had no idea. You'll say you had nothing to do with it.

CardiffCam stands up, eyese still bloodshot and looks Leon directly in the eye.

CardiffCam- Can the bullshit Kensworth. I know you're against me. I know Hammond is very much against me. I know Smith is against me. I know you're against me.

Leon Kensworth- What are you talking about? I have noth-

CardiffCam grips Kensworth by the collar and speaks clearly and slowly

CardiffCam- Can. The. Bullshit. Kensworth. I have had enough of everything that goes on in this company. Last week, I had myself a little tag team match. As you'd expect, I wasn't happy with this. I walk alone, I take my opponents down one by one, i don't need any sorry Englishmans help. Guess what- my tag partner cost us the match.

Leon Kensworth- Well, you had plenty of chances to win the match for you-

CardiffCam- Please, Kensworth, your opinion doesn't matter to me. But what does matter to me, is after Smith let me down in such a manner, I went to the WZCW higher-ups. I'm talking higher than Chuck Myles, the big cheeses. I told them I wasn't happy with being put in a tag team match. I told them it was holding me down. I told them I wanted to run down my hitlist solo, do it by myself. Do you know what they did to me? They told me I was being a whiny little bitch. You make one little request in this joint, and pardon my chav, but you get beef with everyone! Its pathetic!

It seems like this is whats happening with everyone around this joint to be honest. It really riles me up. First, I develop this beef with John Smith. First I pinned him at Kingdom Come, then he cost me our tag match last week. In my eyes this man is a classic Englishman- the Hugh Grantesque, bumbling Englishman without a clue. He should be easy pickings tonight, and I'll be glad to check his name off my hitlist a second time round.

Then, on to Scott Hammond. This man is about as English as they get. He has a superiority complex, considering his country above its neighbours. An almost American outlook on things. He sickens me to my core. You see, Scott, us Welsh are more than "sheep shaggers". Us Welsh DO have succesful Athletes, that actually build their careers on more than one accomplishments. We don't have our Jonny Wilkinsons, one drop goal and they're ready for their knighting. We don't have Kelly Holmes, two good races and they're a dame. We have Colin Jackson, who worked his ass off to be the very best in his sport. We have Ryan Giggs, a man who in burying his career, you buried a whole sport. In his mid-thirties, he is still playing at the very pinnacle, putting in great performances week in, week out. He is constantly rated as the greatest player in the history of the Premier League, and you devalue him. You say I'll be like Ryan Giggs- you're damn right I'll be like Ryan Giggs, at the top of the mountain, having beaten all the competition.

Leon Kensworth- But CardiffCam, you've barely even mentioned your match ton-

CardiffCam- I'm getting to it, Kensworth. As I was saying, tonight, I take all this beef towards me, I take all this hate, and I let it out. I will take out these two posh *****, and leave them lying in a pool of English blood, because as a wise man once said, as long as we beat the English. I'm "The Arrogant Assasin" Cardiffcam, and Scott Hammond, John Smith, you two are at the top of my hitlist!

CardiffCam walks out of his dressing room towards his match, fired up.

 

[Sivsyboi]

Johnny Klamor is walking around, holding a mic. He looks down every turning he can.

Klamor- If this S.O.B no shows…

He starts shunting past people. He shoves a door open and looks in before grunting and continuing. He turns a corner and opens another door. He looks in a breaths a sigh of relief.

Klamor- He‘s in here

The camera follows Klamor in. There are about 5 people in there. Smith is sitting on a bench by the wall opposite the door. Klamor walks over to him. Smith doesn’t react.

Klamor- ….Hey! Smith!

Smith looks up at Klamor and then at the camera. He rubs his eyes and blinks a couple of times before squinting at Klamor again. You can see that his eyes are extremely bloodshot. He has stubble which, combined with his unkempt hair and bloodshot eyes, makes him look like a tramp. He shirt is in tatters and covered in filth. His jeans are torn in several places. He’s also missing a shoe.

Smith- Yeah?

Klamor seems taken aback by Smith’s appearance

Klamor- Jeez…you realise you look like crap, right?

Smith looks at his clothes

Smith- It crossed my mind

Klamor smirks

Klamor- It suits you

Smith flips Klamor off and buries his head in his hands. He looks back up at the camera and just sighs.

Smith- I‘m just too tired to kick your ass, Johnny. Maybe next week.

Smith yawns.

Klamor- So…what happened to you? Nobody‘s seen you since last week…Not that anybody‘s complaining

Smith clears his throat before continuing.

Well, after my match last week I went straight to the closest bar and just didn‘t leave. Then, I got on my plane to here and stopped off at the bar just around the corner. I slept outside the bar ‘till it opened again.

Klamor nods.

Klamor- Well, that explains you not checking into your hotel room. But why?

Smith shakes his head.

Smith- I dunno. I just gave up. I don‘t seem to be able to win a bloody match anymore. I’m frustrated. I’m tired…I’m bloody hungry. Where’s the food around this bloody place?

He looks around but doesn’t see anything. He turns back to Klamor.

Smith- Anyway, on to you. Why the hell are you bugging me while I have an intense hangover?

Klamor- Well, you haven‘t been here all week. So I didn‘t get a chance to interview you for your match.

Smith looks annoyed

Smith- Ah, Balls. Who‘s my match against?

Klamor- You‘re against CardiffCam and Hammond. It‘s for the title.

Smith’s face drops, disappointed.

Smith- Those two? Trust this company to be ‘multi-cultural‘ by booking an all British match. Scott Hammond? No one is that English. I‘ve never met a single person in the country that thinks England is the ‘greatest country in the world’. There’s not one English person that doesn‘t think England is a shithole. Hell, in England being patriotic is complaining about every aspect of the damned place.

Smith pauses.

Smith- And as for that Welsh Taff. What is he, an assassin? Is the guy serious or does he actually think it’ll get him laid? I’m surprised that nobody’s hung him off a flagpole by his G-string yet.

He looks at his watch.

Smith- Right, I have a match to lose.

Smith stands up and walks away. The camera follows him out of the room before fading out.