(The scene fades into a small town, and the camera closes in on a small pub called 'The Druid's Head'. The camera pans inside the pub, where many people are seated drinking and conversing. The front of the bar can be seen and a man facing towards the bar is drinking. The barman tops him up looking a little worried about the mans excessive drinking. The camera pans around, showing Scott Hammond sitting beside the inebriated man, just staring at him. He is smiling)
Drunk Man: Hey...aren't you that guy...the English guy from WZCW...Hammond, right?
Scott Hammond: (with a smirk on his face) That is correct sir.
Drunk Man: Ha, didn't you lose...to that Prototype kid last week...Corey Payne?
Scott Hammond: That is correct.
Drunk Man: Shouldn't you be out, getting drunk and...beating the crap out of anything?
(At this point, the bartender see's the state of the drunk man and approaches both the man and Scott Hammond)
Bartender: Excuse me sir (pointing to the drunk man) I'm going to have to ask you to leave, its obvious you have had too much to drink.
Scott Hammond: Yes maybe you should leave.
(The bartender walks the inebriated man to the exit walking him out and hailing him a taxi, the bartender returns to his post)
Bartender: I hope that man didn't do you any harm sir.
Scott Hammond: None at all, thank you.
(Hammond takes his small drink and walks to a small secluded table, sets himself down and stares at the camera)
Scott Hammond: I bet you are wondering to yourselves why it is that I did not physically retaliate against that drunk man. The answer is simple. Because at one time, in my past, I was that man. I got drunk, and started fights in pubs much like this one. I was lucky enough to find professional wrestling. For if I had not, I would probably be where that man is right now. Probably vomiting into some unknown part of a taxi. Probably returning to a lonely flat somewhere, knowing that I could never make a difference, never make the most of the life that has been given to me. You see, I have focus, which is one thing that many lack. If I fail, I will collectively try again to make my point. Which brings me to last week on Meltdown.
(Hammond signals the bartender for another drink)
Bartender: There you go sir
Scott Hammond: Thank you kindly. You see, last week, there was a bit of a misunderstanding. I endured a very intense match-up with a young man named 'The Prototype' Corey Payne. It was during that match that I allegedly 'passed out' to his finishing move 'The Protolock'. Now, where I may have 'passed out', let it be known that I didn't tap out. Corey Payne is a fraud, he didn't so much 'beat' me as knock me unconscious. Mark my words Corey and mark them well. I am not done with you. Not by a long shot. You see, you proved something to me at the end of our match on Meltdown. You proved that you have a weakness. That weakness Corey, was that you took me at my word. You extended your hand in a sign of good faith, and I did the one thing that separates me from you...I took advantage. I beat the crap out of you. And it was at that very point that I knew, you got lucky. I was never one to believe in luck, but after our match, I am starting to understand just what luck means. I see Corey, that you have qualified for the Lethal Lottery match. Well, that's good news for you. The bad news is that come next week, I will have also qualified for that same match. And that Corey, is your bad news. Because I intend on winning that match, and if at some point in that match I find myself across the ring from you, well I guess I will just have to take you out and prove to you that your victory last week was nothing more than pure fluke.
(Hammond walks back to the bar and places his glass in the hands of the bartender, who for the first time double takes him)
Bartender: Hey...I know you, your Scott Hammond right? Tough guy from WZCW. Man, your awesome. I see you got a qualifying match against that guy...Matt Royale right?
Scott Hammond: Yes, now if you would excuse me please.
(Hammond turns away from the bartender, who looks a little displeased, and looks directly at the camera still standing at the bar)
Scott Hammond: Next week I am in a very important qualifying match. A match that will allow myself to compete in one of the biggest matches of the year, the Lethal Lottery match. The only obsticle in my way is a man by the name of Matt Royale. Now Matt, I don't know much about you, but I do know that you lost miserably to one Rafael De La Noche last week on Meltdown. And unfortunately for you sir, that losing streak will continue this coming week as I intend on being at Lethal Lottery. But Royale, if you really don't know who your dealing with, I will just give you a little refresher. I am Scott Hammond, I beat the great Milenko in my first match here in WZCW at his own game, a Mayhem Rules match. I also attacked Corey Payne after our match last week, because I have what it takes to be a winner here in WZCW. You however do not. You lose to Spaniard's. So I guess here we are Matt. The man from St Louis, whose only half decent produce is a man who punts people in the head, against the man from London, who's city and country spawned the whole idea of royalty, so, in essence, it should be I who has your name Matt, for you are royalty by name, where as I am royalty by heritage. Your a fraud Matt, and come Meltdown, I will prove that fact. Where you care to agree or not Matt, one thing is certain, and that is that you WILL respect me.
(Hammond takes his coat and throws it over his shoulder. He walks over to the exit and walks out as the scene fades to black)
