Watts Training

[Spencer Watts]

The camera opens on Spencer Watts training on a heavy bag while a fan at the gym holds the bag clearly just happy to be there. He plants a few well placed kicks and punches then looks to be explaining something to the fan. The fan then nods to the camera man. Spencer takes notice and removes his gloves before signing them and handing them to the fan. Watts makes his way over to the bench taking a towel to wipe his face.

"You know, I've learned a lot the past few months here in PWA. I learned this is a crooked business, I learned that most of the guys and now gals in the back are in it for themselves, but most importantly I learned it aint about all that if you wanna be the best. It's about going out there and putting in the work against every other SOB on the roster until you can take a hold of that brass ring and say you made somethin of yourself. It's about giving the crowd something to talk about after they spent the money they bust their asses for to come see us do what we do and what we do well."

Spencer takes a drink from his water bottle and stretches his shoulders.

"That's why I'm honored to go out there at the next Assault and stand toe to toe with yet another member of the Wyld family. Niki damn near pushed me to the limit but I managed to come out with my hand raised. As for Akira... Well if I have my way me and him aint done by a long shot. But that's not my focus right now.. Right now I got Rebel Wyld in my sights. I've watched your matches and I've been training in actual gyms to get ready for you Rebel... You best damn bring your 'A' game cause the Blueprint is comin."

Watts grabs some athletic tape from his bag and wraps his wrists and hands.

"May the best man win."

The camera fades as Watts goes back to the heavy bag.