Watts Response to Nikki

[Spencer Watts]

Birds are chirping and a breeze is causing the leaves to sway in the trees over a slow moving almost crystal clear river. A line enters the scene from the left side and plops into the river making small ripple. The camera pans over to Spencer Watts straddling an ice chest and holding the fishing pole.

"Yall manage to find me everywhere I go."

Spencer never taking his eyes off of his bobber in the river.

"I guess since you came all this way, you wanna know what I have to say about my match with Nikki Wyld. That's a hell of a bind I've put myself in. I was raise not to put my hands on a woman in any harmful fashion, but as yall seen in the Battle Royal, the rules are different in the ring. The more important matter with this challenge is that she's a Wyld. The name itself brings a hell of a storm to the ring. Then you combine that with her being hungry for that victory, hungry to make a name for herself and be a breakout star in PWA. I know that hunger, cause I've been carrying it too.

Spencer stops mid thought and reels in an old rusted tool box and chuckles

"Guess that ain't the only hunger I'm gonna carry tonight..."

Spencer turns to the camera

"Sure you fell to The End Game once, but a lot of factors in the Battle Royal won't exist when we go one on one. I take every open challenge and give my opponent one hundred percent of what I got. That's how I got that rocket strapped to my back. Slapping the taste out of my mouth is only gonna get you so far Nikki. You bring your best, I'll bring mine, and this Youth Movement you're talkin about is gonna steal the show and bring the whole damn house down."

Spencer pulls a generic brand canned coke out of the ice chest and cracks it open.

"I hope you're ready."

The camera fades as Spencer throws his line back out.