(The camera pans into a small clinic in west London. A sign on the door says 'Dr Jacobs - Psychologist' and as the camera fades into the room, we see a man dressed in a shirt and tie, sitting across the room from the Mayhem Champion Scott Hammond. Hammond is lying on a comfy leather sofa with his arms crossed, and his title on the side in its own chair)
Dr Jacobs: So tell me Mr Hammond, how was your childhood in Hounslow?
Scott Hammond: Rough, to say the very least. My mother, for the most part was hardworking, she worked as an air hostess, but after a string of affairs she left my father.
Dr Jacobs: And what about your father, was he a good role model?
Scott Hammond: You ask that question like you already know the answer Doctor. Of course he was a terrible role model. He drank...heavily and constantly put me down with my accomplishments. He had no soul and quite frankly, he deserved everything that came his way. You know, there was one night that I came home after a party, a night that could well have been the turning point for me, I was 17, I had just come home from a bar, I had been thrown out for instigating a fight with three separate men and putting them all in hospital. My father was waiting at home. He had been drinking, and waddled up to me talking about how everything I had done in life had no bearing. He made me feel worthless. He had just finished hitting my mother and was looking for someone else to take out his anger on. Now I know I am one of the many that can tell the tale of parental abuse, but the difference with me was that I did something about it.
Dr Jacobs: And what was that Mr Hammond?
Scott Hammond: Do you really want to know?
Dr Jacobs: Yes of course.
(Just as Hammond re-adjusts himself a buzzer goes off in the far corner, indicating the end of Hammond's hour. He slowly gets up as Dr Jacobs begins writing on a piece of paper)
Dr Jacobs: Right Mr Hammond, here is a prescription for your insomnia, this should get you some rest, and about that 24/7 thing, you cannot let it run your life, a good nights sleep is more important than anything else.
Scott Hammond: What the hell would you know what is good for me.
(Hammond walks out slamming the door behind him and begins walking down the hallway. Out of no where, Leon Kensworth appears behind him with a cameraman and microphone)
Leon Kensworth: Scott, Scott could I get a moment with you before next week's Redemption PPV, and your match with The KillJoy? Last week on Ascension, you escaped a grueling six-man tag team match in which you own partner, John Smith tagged in and tried to defeat you for your Mayhem Title. What are your thoughts coming out of that match?
Scott Hammond: Leon, I'd like to think that you and I have built quite a rapport over the few months that I have been here in WZCW. You of all people should know not to ask such droll questions. But for the sake of the 'fans' I shall give you your answer.
(Hammond walks into a small courtyard outside the clinic and looks around taking in a breath)
Scott Hammond: You know Leon, many years ago, my father stabbed me in the back. Not literally, but emotionally. He took my mind to a place that it had never been before. I went numb. Last week on Ascension, through the lessons I have learned in life, I was able to take full advantage of John Smith turning on me like I knew he eventually would. Being intelligent, I also knew that nobody else in that match was going to just let Smith pin me for the three count. And once again, I was right. I came away from that match, head held high and with my title.
Leon Kensworth: But your team lost the match.
Scott Hammond: Leon, come on, I lost nothing. That silly boy CardiffCam tagged himself into the match at the last moment and paid for his misjudgment. He made a schoolboy error, believing that I did not have things under control, and he forced his way into the situation between The KillJoy and I.
Leon Kensworth: Looking forward, you are pitted to face The KillJoy one more time at WZCW Redemption, this will be your first PPV title defense, how are you preparing for this Mayhem Rules match?
Scott Hammond: Leon, let me take you back. Back to my first ever match here in WZCW, I faced Milenko, a man who was allegedly the expert in Mayhem Rules matches. I beat him to a pulp before stepping over his bloodied carcass into the ranks here in WZCW. If that isn't a sign that I was meant to be Mayhem Champion, I really do not know what is. The I compare my debut to that of The KillJoy. He wrestled John Smith at Meltdown 34 and was beaten...clean. And then, we come to the magical night at Kingdom Come where I became the Mayhem Champion for the first time. A great night for me and WZCW. Now to be fair to The KillJoy, I did not pin the man, but the rules in that match stated that I didn't have to. You see, I've been getting alot of negative stick for wearing this title. People are saying that its a battered title that nobody but a loser would want. But I see beyond how the title looks. I see the joy in wearing such a unique piece of metal. It may be battered and broken, but that does not make it any less worthwhile to fight for. To top of this little story, The KillJoy then got me one-on-one for the Mayhem Title and STILL got beat fairly. Now he wants to be the one to challenge me. In my opinion he should have moved to the back of the line after I won our match. But no, instead he is allowed to prance out on stage and call me 'Mr Potatohead'. Really KillJoy? Is that the best pot shot you have? Making a laugh and a joke about how well pronounced I am? I was bought up in London, a place of distinction, and even though I had it rough, I never lost my manners. I'm sure that that is something someone from their inner sanctum wouldn't really understand. What you received last week after our little confrontation is nothing compared to what you should expect at Redemption. This chapter of your career is coming to a very abrupt end KillJoy, and, laugh and joke all you want because come Redemption, you will be the joke. See you soon.
(Hammond stares into the camera before walking off, as the scene fades to black)
