(The scene fades into a small village in rural London. The sky is clear and there is a very local feel to the area. The camera pans across to a bus stop where Scott Hammond can be seen sitting, with his head down staring at the pavement. In his hand he holds a small black book which is opened to the centre page. In his other hand he holds his mobile phone to his ear)
Scott Hammond: Come on, come on, pick up...DAMN VOICEMAIL!!! Hello, its me for the 50th time, could you please call me back as soon as you get this, we have much to discuss, I'm sick of everything!!!!
(Hammond slams down the phone, now noticing the camera in his face. An angered look comes over him)
Scott Hammond: This place, I used to call it home. This is Heston, a small but quaint village in west London, home to some lovely people. This is where my dream of becoming a pro wrestler started. My parents were quite forthcoming with my dream to be a wrestler, but I knew deep down my father loathed me. You see, he was a scamp, a nobody, a loser! I always promised myself that I would never end up like him.
(Hammond's tone turns very sombre now)
Scott Hammond: But here I am. No better than he. I came to WZCW with the dream of being the absolute greatest ever, and somewhere between politics and screwjobs I have lost my dream. You see, my two pointer match last week on Ascention was my ticket back to a rematch for the EurAsian Championship against that paper champion David Cougar. But alas, once again I was the victim of a cruel fate, the damn rWo. After the screwjob that was my match with Big Dave, I thought I had scouted that creten Ace David to a tee. All the hours of preparation, for nothing. I am quickly losing patience with these two pieces of trash, and I will take my revenge, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon.
(Hammond lets out a deflated smile before his phone begins to ring. He rushes to get it out of his pocket and looks relieved when he see's the caller ID. He picks up)
Scott Hammond: Hello...thank God you called I...yes I know, I screwed up but...what? Not until after the tournament? Well that's no help is it...uh huh...I suppose it will have to do. Whatever you think is best...ok...speak soon.
(Hammond puts down the phone as a small smirk falls onto his face)
Scott Hammond: In the depths of despair, people do one of two things. They shrivel up into a ball, waiting to die, or they call on some help. But enough about that right now, lets get down to the business of the coming week. My patience is wearing quite thin when it comes to this EurAsian tournament, everyone knows that I am the rightful number one contender for that title, I proved that at the Lethal Lottery. But, alas the powers that be are doing their damndest to make sure I fail. And now, after all that, I am put in the ring with yet another countryman in the form of Chris Beckford. Now Chris, I know that you came out on top in your last match, but really, who cares? You hail from a God Foresaken city in the north where quite frankly I wouldn't take my worst enemy. Leeds is a real dive and I really hope your not as thick as half of the inbreds that inhabit that awfuly town. Know this Beckford, I maybe down, but I am sure as hell not out of this one, I did not bring myself up on giving up, hell if I did I would be in some pub somewhere hurting someone. You are going to be the turn around that I need to get my quest for gold back on track, and there is nothing that anybody, especially not some loser like you, can do about it. I'll see you next week boy!
(With that Hammond gets up from the bus stop and calmly begins to walk away. As the camera fades out, he can be seen checking his phone again before the scene fades to black)
