GARY BLOOMFIELD:  “Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special video package that we are going to show you now from “The Blueprint” Spencer Watts.  Let’s take a look.”

*The camera opens up outside a barn not quite new but still well taken care of. The sounds of farm animals is overtaken by the grunts and yelling coming from inside the barn. As the camera moves in closer there is a young Spencer Watts in a sweat soaked white tank top and blue jeans tucked into tan work boots. Spencer is hung upside down by his knees doing sit ups yelling in pain as he counts them out.*

WATTS:  “Sixty-eight! Sixty-nine! Seventy!” Spencer drops down landing boots first in the hay and dust.

*Out of breath he takes a drink from a plastic blue cup.*

WATTS:  “Now ya’ll are probably wondering why I asked you to come out here. Well I got a few reasons, one is to show everybody at home that you don’t need all the fancy equipment to get where ya wanna be in life.  Secondly, I wanted to apologize to the few fans I’ve managed to get over the past few months. I haven’t been in ring too much and I don’t end my matches in the way I’m sure you all expect of me… Fer that I apologize. As fer number three….. Well ya see, reason number three is complicated… Ya see, I may be new to this business and I may have been a fan first and wrestler second… That falls on me…”

*Spencer takes another drink and grits his teeth.*

WATTS:   “I’m an honest man, I’m true to myself, and I don’t pretend to be what I’m not. If I lose it’s because I made a mistake, it’s because I was caught with my pants down, so to speak, and another man got the better of me. Now when I win it’s because I went out there and out wrestled whoever I’m lucky enough to be across the ring from. It’s because I went out there and did what a Professional Wrestler does! Because that’s what I am!”

*He throws the cup splashing water everywhere as the camera dodges just in time.*

WATTS:   “Rex Camelot! How many low blows does it take for you to secure any kind of five-star match?! How many shortcuts and backdoors does a pretend King have to take to get over on a rookie?! Ever since I got here you’ve had it out for me! Claimed I don’t belong here, claimed this is your Kingdom and you’re Kings feast and all this BS! Well I’m here to tell ya, this is not a Kingdom! You will not sit on a Throne! Not a soul will bow to you! And after I’m done with you next time we meet, the only feast you will be having is through a straw!”

*Spencer moves in closer to the camera his face red, his eyes bloodshot, sweat leaving his lips as he breaths heavily.*

WATTS:   “Leave the gimmick at home Rex…. Show up as a man, face me as a man, be sent home a broken man….”

*Spencer looks at the camera man*

WATTS:    “Leave…”

*Fades to black.*

BLOOMFIELD:  “Emotional words from the young man, and I have to believe that he and Rex Camelot are on a collision course.  Stay tuned, Assault continues after this word from our sponsors!”