The lovely scent of lavender fills the air, as your mother reclines in her favourite armchair. Before her lies a glass coffee table, atop which a cup of gently steaming tea rests, in the finest crockery. Your mother is dozing, and the sound of the cameraman’s unduly heavy footsteps wakes her with a slight start.

Oh Derrick dear, you gave me a fright. Playing with your camera again sweety?

I’m here to interview you m’am. For the XWF. You have a match with Ian ‘Meltdown’ Johnson.

Oh a match? No no deary, I didn’t sign up for any fighting, heavens above! I’m only there to look after my babies.

Actually, you signed a contract.

Did I? Oh my...

The match is tomorrow.

Against my Ian you say? I’ll just get him on the phone my sweet. Do be a dear and put the camera down, it’s rude to interrupt phone calls.



*some time later*



All done my dear. I told my Ian not to turn up, it was all a mix up.

You asked him to no show?

Actually, he was quite relieved. He said it would give him chance to hand in his P45.

Ian Meltdown Johnson is no longer on the XWF roster?

Well there’s nothing wrong with your hearing, eh sweety?

Your Mother lapses into deep thought. She’s thinking...about him. Again.

Are you okay?

Oh, sorry dear. I was just thinking about John Black’s father. What a man. What a mighty, mighty good man...

We fade as Your Mother relapses into her daydreams about John Black's father.