Calm before the storm.

[Spencer Watts]

Spencer sits on a folding chair at the top of the ramp overlooking the empty arena as the ring is put up. He stands and slowly makes his way down the ramp looking at the seats

“It’s been a long hard road to this point. From battling Kings, to getting no air time, to fighting legends, champions, and house hold names all in just a few seasons. This is where it all comes together for a corn fed country boy from Kentucky.”

Spencer looks up to the lights and the rafters

“This is where I have to make it count. This is where I prove that I’m the Blueprint of this business. Not a technician, not a daredevil, not even a brawler or a powerhouse. The Blueprint is the ground work for everything that embodies this business and I’m that guy.”

Spencer shuffles past some of the ring crew and gives them a nod

“Billy Cody, you’re the one guy standing between me and that goal. Sure you’re one of the toughest sons a bitches to ever grace a ring. Sure you’re the first to successfully defend that World Title not once but twice, but you ain’t been in the ring with the likes of Spencer Watts. You ain’t had to throw down with a man who fought and clawed his way to this level and not just to have my fifteen minutes! I got here because I’m gonna take that World title! I got here because I’ve got to take that World title!”

Spencer locks eyes with the camera with anger and determination in his eyes

“Come Vendetta Billy, I’m gonna take the weight of the World off your shoulders. I’m gonna stand over you victorious and you’re gonna know, I’m the measuring stick of this business, and it’s gonna shake you right down through the cowboy boots.”

Spencer walks back up the ramp as the camera fases