“BROADWAY” BOBBY FAME: “Hello, hello and welcome to Backstage With Bobby Fame! I am your incredible host, the one and only Bobby Fame. Now, this is a segment that I started at the recently retired NWCW, and was much acclaimed. So now, I present it to the Armada, and my first guest is none other than the PWA Light Heavyweight Champion, Spencer Watts!”
*** "Bury Me With My Guns On" by Boba Flex plays from Watt's phone as he makes his way on set dragging the PWA Light Heavyweight Championship behind him. The leather is scuffed and filthy, the gold tarnished and dented with jewels missing. He tosses the across a foot stool and kicks his muddy boots up on it.***
SPENCER WATTS: "Thanks for having me, Billy was it? Good to see you found work by the way."
BF: "You never lack for work when you’re in demand, babe. Speaking of which, you’ve been getting worked over pretty god for that … um … title there. Now, usually, people with the belt get targeted for said belt, but there seems to be more to it with you. Why do you think people want a piece of you, babe?”
SW: "Stop calling me babe. I don't know how they did it back in NWCW, but here in PWA and where ever The Blueprint walks, you refer to me as Champ. As for why people want a piece of me? It's because I cracked the code. Whenever and wherever I want, I can pull back the curtain on this whole business and NOBODY can let that happen. Well news flash boys and girls, The Blueprint can't be stopped. Not by some jobber, not by a King, and for damn sure not by a dork with a hero complex."
BF: "Okay, okay, babe- pardon. Champ. So you've cracked a secret code, and now you are doing something that no one has ever done before: draw money. Except, of course, that this business has been drawing money for decades before you were a gleam in your neighborhood milkman's eye, but whatever. You've saved us all, good for you, Champy."
*** Watts stands up and steps over the stool towards Fame ***
SW: "You sound like you've got a bit of a chip on your shoulder Buddy. If you wanted to be one of the boys targeting the Blueprint, you coulda just asked. I'll beat the spray tan and hair implants off you."
*** Fame stands up. ***
BF: "Keep your shirt on, Watts. Your boss, Dinkle, wouldn't want you to get hurt, accidentally or otherwise. You're a light heavyweight, after all, and this is just an interview, this is verbal. Relax, relax, have a seat."
***Watts kicks the stool back sending it and the belt across the stage***
SW: "What is it Fame? What did you want me on your show for? I answered your question, you get smug. I offer you a chance to get in the ring with the champ, and you insult my division? Make no mistake, I will fight anyone, anytime, anyplace. PWA, iNCW, did I not make that clear by crashing the NWCW blow off show? Everyone wants a piece of The Blueprint, and The Blueprint is gonna take a piece of every damn one of you who steps up the plate!" ***Watts pokes Fame in the chest*** "Even a washed up gimmick like you."
BF: "'Washed up gimmick.' That's an I treating assessment you have for someone who went the distance with Victor Sokolov … on multiple occasions.
"So maybe just one more question, then I'll let you go. What's your endgame? It is clear you have no respect for the title - and therefore your own division - and you have no regard for the sport of professional wrestling. I assume you do have a goal, seeing as you have a manager to help you get there. So enlighten us: what does the Blueprint build?"
***Watts grits his teeth, clearly getting more frustrated.***
SW: "It's more about the Business than anything! I've said it time and time again, I do what works for people like Beckett, people like Black. I did it the right way and I got screwed EVERY TIME! I'm a two time Light-Heavy Weight Champion for Christ's sake! I didn't need Dinkle or D.I.E to do it the first time and I don't need them now!"
***Spencer turns to walk away and takes a deep breath***
"Everything I do is for professional wrestling. I am The Blueprint of professional wrestling. I just had to win that belt for people to notice."
***Watts leans down to pick up the belt then stops and makes his way back over to Fame***
"I apologize, Bobby. I didn't answer your question, and for that I'm a horrible guest... You wanted to know what The Champs Endgame right?"
***Watts lunges at Fame catching him off guard, slams the belt into Fame’s face, and locks him in the Endgame submission***
"THIS IS THE ENDGAME OLD MAN!"
***Watts tightens his grip cranking on the hold till security rushes in and pulls them apart.***Statistics: Posted by Stu — Fri Aug 27, 2021 11:55 am
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