Off the hinges

[Spencer Watts]

Lockers are slammed, glass shatters, and metal chairs come flying out of the locker rooms. A few people in the halls scatter as the camera rushes towards the noise. Upon reaching the locker room a defeated Watts is in a fit of rage, ripping the locker room to shreds. He tears down posters of past PWA events as well as kicking locker doors off hinges.

Watts: "What the hell was that!? I'm the best damn draw in PWA right now!"

Watts spins and looks at the camera still ranting.

Watts: "When Spencer Watts is on the card, asses automatically hit seats! I bulldoze through SINGLES competition like a man on a mission. What does management do with this rookie with a damn rocket strapped to his back!?! Why you put him in a tag match so the 'Mad King' can finally get his hands on him of course! Brilliant game plan there! And for icing on the cake, lets weigh Watts down with the mush mouthed PWA Light heavyweight Champion! THAT BELT SHOULD BE MINE!!!!"

He spins round with a bench in his hands and slams it into the wall

Watts: "Camelot! You'll get what's coming to you! You've always been beneath me and that's why you're always in my business! As for the rest of this God Forsaken company, I'm putting everyone on notice! I'm taking this company for everything it's got! I'm gonna set this whole damn place ablaze and piss on the ashes! You can bet on that!"

Watts takes the camera, pushing the cameraman down, and smashes it into the wall. The feed is cut