New Sheriff in Town

[Spencer Watts]

The camera opens to an all familiar field full of livestock and their newborns. A familiar barn in the background is empty this time with no weight equipment or farm equipment in sight. A familiar beat up pick up truck is idling in the gravel driveway. The sound of a screen door slamming shut prompts the camera man to look at the house.

Spencer Watts comes down the porch steps with a duffle bag over his shoulder that seems to be poorly packed revealing his wrestling gear. Over his other shoulder is a well kept hunting rifle. He opens the passenger door of the truck and sets the rifle in the gun rack before looking at the camera.


"You know, I've been thinkin alot about what Mr. Black had to say to me the other day... He made some good points and he made some points I dont so much agree with, but I'll tell ya what's been ringin in my ear the most.... 'Sometimes ya gotta take matters into your own hands.' Now that's his words not mine! So in an attempt to restore my integrity in the eyes of the PWA Armada, I'm gonna keep my word. I'm gonna come on down to the next Assault, I'm gonna fight this mystery opponent, and if that Bastard Bill White OR my opponent pulls some shit like last time, I'll take matters into my own hands!"

Watts yanks the duffle bag with his gear in it from the ground and goes to throw it in the truck before pausing a moment and shaking his head.

"Nah... Wont be needing these anymore."

Watts tosses the bag up onto the porch and makes his way around to the driver side as he slams the heavy steel door and peels own the driveway kicking up dust and rocks.

The camera fades.