*camera cut to backstage. Unseen, unnamed interviewer approaches Steve Hammond, who is standing next to a locker with a towel around his neck*
Interviewer: Mr. Hammond, congratulations on the victory tonight. How do you feel about your opponent's performance tonight?
Hammond: Well, y'know, I think 'dey did pretty good out there. There was a lotta hustle from all sides, I made some good plays, they made some good plays, there wudn't any fouls- I mean, foul play on any side, and I guess I was just able t'carry myself to victory.
Interviewer: How are you feeling about the possibility of being the B8CW Heavyweight Champion?
Hammond: Y'know, man, I just have to take this one game- I mean match at a time. Just gotta practice my shot- I mean moves hard, and make sure I show up strong on the court- I mean in the ring. If I make it my game out there then I think the results will be pretty good.
Interviewer: Uh, Mr. Hammond, you know this is a wrestling company, right? You don't have to be modest on the microphone; you can say whatever you're actually thinking.
Hammond: ...Hell, man, you're right!
Man, I f****** dominated that match! Got in 'da ring with all those busta nobodies and ate'm alive! Tossed that foo' Haguile out in the time it takes Steve Nash to get down the court, and followed up by jackin' that wannabe boxer out right after. Flipped that mohawk b**** out next, and you know he w'fumin' da hell out, but man I just gave him a cheesy ass smile and kept on goin' by throwin' the Tebow mark out. At least Rossi put up a fight, man, he's the least pathetic of'm all, and even he couldn't take it for more than a few blows. I went out there and showed everyone that I'm the motherf****** dominant force of this damn company.
TJ Strife, I'm comin' fo- ...nah, man, nevermind that statement. Overdone. Just know that everyone gets posterized, and you're next in line, boi.
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