Outside the Arena

[Spencer Watts]

The camera catches up to an agitated Spencer Watts just across the street from the PWA Arena. He paces back and forth looking at the blood on his knuckles with a smile then snapping a look back at the arena. He kicks the side of his truck and slams the door shut. After yelling and venting more frustration he turns to the camera. The cameraman makes a move to leave but Spencer rushes him and stops him.

Spencer: "Don't worry man, I never shoot the messenger. You gotta make a living just like the rest of us. Just let me say my peace and you can go on back. Deal?"

The cameraman agrees with some hesitation in his voice.

Cameraman: "Yessir..."

Spencer: "Cool."

Spencer takes a deep breath and shows his bloodied knuckles to the camera.

Spencer: "Take a look Black... Take a good long look at these hands, at the blood on these hands. We both know it not mine and we both know you deserve everything comin to you.. I said it before, I don't know what's come over you or why you do the things you do to your loyal employees, but you can for damn sure bet that one way or another I'm gonna put an end to it.."

Watts begins to pace again.

Spencer: "You had Beckett and your little security lackys watching your back tonight, but if you really plan on keepin this country boy from spillin your brain matter out from under that greased up ponytail, you got another thing comin! I'll chew through every wrestler, ref, commentator, security guy, and whoever the hell else you throw in my way just to put things right! You're gonna need some big guns to keep me out, so Next Assault let's see who ya got!"

Watts palms the camera and turns back to his truck before hoping in and speeding off.