(The scene fades into a busy road at night. The camera can see the road name faintly, reading 'Downing Street'. Scott Hammond can be seen halfway down the road in a long black trenchcoat, the weather is windy and his coat flaps in the wind. People are walking around him and there are many police officers around the road as it is home to the Prime Minister Gordon Brown. The camera closes in on Hammond, his breath visible through the cold air)
Scott Hammond: Corruption. It does no discriminate. It takes what was once good, and turns it into something quite the opposite. Greed is the main ingredient for corruption to thrive. Look around at where I am. On the most powerful road in the entire United Kingdom. And yet, this place yields no respect. It has none. Washington garnishes respect from the American people. So why do I not feel a lot of respect in the heart of the UK's most powerful place? Because it is all corrupt.
(Hammond tries to walk towards Number 10, the home of the Prime Minister before being cut off by two armed guards)
Armed Guard: Sorry sir, this is a no go area
Scott Hammond: I was just looking to pass through.
Armed Guard: I'm afraid that is not possible sir, you will have to find another way round.
(Hammond pulls a cigar from his pocket and is motioned off to the side by one of the guards)
Scott Hammond: You see, here is the problem. Politicians, even the Prime Minister so damn scared of their own shadow they won't allow anyone near them. This is pricisley why the country has no respect for its government. The UK's government are corrupt. They have no stroke on the world stage. They swindle the tax payer to line their pockets, and then they expect to be able to tell us what to do? I don't think so.
(Hammond lights his cigar, and turns to look at Number 10. There are now more police lined up in place)
Scott Hammond: You see, last week, a travesty of justice occured. On Meltdown, corruptness reared its ugly head in my direction. In complete control of my match against Big Dave, a man who supposedly was another great British wrestler, it was the referee who swindled my opportunity to gain my first point in the EurAsian League. I was distaught beyond all belief. I have had such bad luck these last few weeks that I thought it couldn't get any worse. But it did. It got a lot worse. After Meltdown last week, I asked myself if this is what I came to WZCW for. To be screwed out of every opportunity I got. I'm not here for this. But then I got the call. The God's had given me an escape route. Something to help me turn the tide in my favour. A two-pointer match in the EurAsian League against some Austrailian wannabe rocker called Ace David.
(Hammond finds a bench and sits down. The wind still blowing through hs hair, he inhales his cigar)
Scott Hammond: Now I knew the rWo was full of wack-jobs, but I didn't realise that anyone could join. I mean seriously, a former rock star? Why not just invite Oasis to join you. Ace, now I know that being an Aussie means its hard sometimes to understand basic things like stringing sentances together. You made that perfectly clear with your random little promo. 'Fun'? You think we are going to have some 'fun'? There is going to be no fun had here mate! After your rWo jock strap of a buddy Big Dave got lucky against me last week, I am through playing games. I am taking you out at Ascention Ace. My bad luck comes to an end next week David. There is no proving yourself against a man like me. I am faster, stronger, and damn it, far more intelligent than you will ever be, the only way you will come through this night a winner is if you employ your little buddies to help you out. And if you do, you will open a Pandora's Box the like's of whick you have never seen. So I guess I'll be seeing you at Ascention then Ace, because like the road I am standing on, corruption is a two way street...
(With that, Hammond takes his cigar out and throws it into the path of the Armed Guard)
Armed Guard: HEY!!!
(Hammond can be seen walking off as the scene fades to black)
