A Crossroads

[Spencer Watts]

The camera comes into the locker room with a heated and defeated Spencer Watts sitting on a bench head in his hands. After a deep sigh he looks at the camera with a black eye, split lip, and a not on his forehead.

"I can't say I'm surprised by what happened. I can't sit here and look the Armada in the eye and pretend to be shocked by Gehena, a Union guy getting involved in a match I was told the Union wouldn't be in.... Nah, I'll leave the acting to Akira around here..."

He leans back against the locker.

"But you aint here to hear me go on about that, are you Mr. Camera man? Nahhh, you're here cause the people. THE ARMADA wants to know what Spencer Watts is gonna do about this!... Well so do I... Everyman comes to a fork in the road... A moment where he has to make a decision right or wrong and live with the consequences..."

Spencer motions his hands out as he speaks.

"On this hand, I gave my word that I would take matters into my own hands the next time I was screwed out of a match... I PUT THE WHOLE DAMN PLACE ON NOTICE!"

Spencer slams his hands into the locker and tosses a water bottle.

"But on the other hand, I not only got a win but I also apparently got put into a scramble for another shot at the Light Heavyweight title..."

He stands up and looks around the locker room then looks at the ceiling.

"I guess we all get to find out my choice together..."

He turns picking up a towel off the bench and walking out the door. The camera follows him into the hall way as he takes a turn to the parking lot. Camera fades to black.