Sweet Victory

[Spencer Watts]

A loud crash is heard from the D.I.E locker room prompting a camera room to check it out. Upon entry a wild and ecstatic Spencer Watts is swinging the PWA Light-Heavyweight title above his head in celebration. The title slams into brick and lockers just before he comes to rest smiling at the camera. He tosses the belt over to his bags and approaches the camera.

Watts: "That right there has been the brass ring in this industry that Damion Black, the entire Light-Heavyweight division, and most notable the fans never wanted the Blueprint to have.. I did everything by the book and I paid every last one of my damn dues to get where I was and NEVER was I allowed the fair shot. The one on one shot for the most prestigious belt in PWA... Well since pleasing the masses and the office doesn't get you a shot, I did what I observed everyone else doing, I took short cuts and I forced my way to the top of the mountain. I slayed a Mad King, I shortened the career of a washed up Wyld even more than it already was, and then... THEN! I threw Pantaro off that mountain that Bloomfield and Stockholm so aptly called it, and now I'm the champion..."

Watts paces back and forth walking to the belt then back to the camera several times seemingly in deep thought.

Watts: "Now I'm at the top of that mountain and there isn't a damn wrestler, male, female, other, vilian, or hero on this roster that can take me off of it. This is my division now and I don't need a belt to showcase it."

He picks up the championship belt and holds it up to camera

Watts: "I don't need it, but I'm going to hold it so the rest of you clowns have something to chase."

Watts holds the belt back abit and spits on the title throwing it back against the wall as it falls onto his bag.

Watts: "Let the chase begin boys and girls..."

The camera cuts