Watts after Assault

[Spencer Watts]

Spencer is back stage drinking a water and sitting on an equipment box.

"I could sit here and say 'I told you so.' or go on about how the better man won tonight, but that's not why I'm sitting here right now with another notch in the win column. I'm not sitting here because I can predict the future or because I've got a bloodline that runs through my veins and how I was bred for this. No, I sit here night after night and I know that win or lose I put in the work to get the results."

Spencer tosses the empty bottle into a trash can across the hall and stands staring into the camera.

"Gehena, you're a tough SOB and you damn near had me. Had I lost to you, I don't know what I would have done. So I gave myself no other options than to hear you slap the mat before I put you on the shelf. You did me wrong and I used you as a message. I'm not just some foul mouthed kid from Kentucky, I'm a future champion. That message I sent out there tonight goes for anyone who's even thought about getting between me and gold. Imperial Assassin, Akira Wylde, Damion Black, and even The Outlaw, Billy Cody. I will break bones, I will concuss, and most importantly I will put in the work to prove that Blueprint isn't just a catchy prefix for the Gary Bloomfields to throw up on the posters. I belong here, I'm the best wrestler in PWA, and I'm the best wrestler in the world."

Spencer's demeanor calms abit.

"Those who needed to hear that message heard it loud and clear tonight and I hope those of you in the back and at home who have been beside me this far, I hope you all enjoy the ride to the top we're all about to take."

Spencer nods to the cameraman, tosses his bag over his shoulder and makes his way to the parking lot.