The scene opens up on the inside of a gym. The camera is focused on a basketball game where there are two teams taking each other on. The camera pans around the gym, and sees that there are tons of people packed into the stands. This game is obviously just a pickup game...but people are very interested in the game that is going on. The camera looks back on the floor, and sees that Big Nasty is out on the floor. In fact, he is taking the ball up the court. He is open until he passes half court. A man that is about three inches shorter than Nasty comes up to guard him. Nasty pulls some sweet moves. It looks like he's shooting a comeracial for And 1, the moves are so sick. The man falls to the floor, and Nasty runs to the basket, and pulls a sweet looking windmill dunk. The fans all go crazy as he crashes down on the board. He taps the glass as he falls, and runs back down the court for defence. The man that got his ankles broken by Nasty gets up in a daze, as numerous fans start to laugh at him. Down on the other end of the court, a man takes a shot, but Big Nasty takes his long arms, and rejects the ball. The ball goes flying down the court, and one of Nasty's team mates picks the ball up, and finishes the game with a sweet 25 footer. Big Nasty runs off the court, and grabs a towel. He starts drinking some water, and wipes the sweat off of his forehead. He sees the WFW camera, and walks up to it. Nasty is wearing a shirt with no sleeves. It says Raven Football, and he has some black shorts on.

Big Nasty: Great game...(laughing)these kids couldn't handle my game. Actually, speaking of people who can't handle my game...it looks like the Big Nasty is going to be in a triple threat match with a bunch of Jobbers. It looks like I have some guy named Butter knife, and another guy named AJ Reeves. Now, I haven't heard sh*t from Reeves, but hey...whatever. It's all good. If he wants to have his ass handed to him, just keep doing what he's doing. But I have heard something from this Butter Knife dude. See, he sounds like he's got some guts. He also sounds like a cocky bastard. See, he thinks he's some big sh*t...but in all actuality...he's just a big PIECE of sh*t. Now, he has the nerve to call me...Big Nasty...a rookie. OH HELL NO! I don't think so. Thats some bullsh*t! See, son, I've been wrestling for about five years if you ain't heard. Son, I've been wrestling, and I've been winning titles since day one. You think you're some Billy Badass because you can beat up on some rookies. Son that ain't sh*t! (Laughing)You think because you've won some titles and been undefeated with them you are some hot sh*t! I don't think so son. See, when you won these titles and defended them...you probably just defended it against some rookies because you were too pussy to take a real challenge. And I think the reason that you went out undefeated with these titles is because people got tired of seeing your ugly ass in the ring...they stopped watching the show...and the company went out of business. Well, I don't really call that retireing a belt you illiterate dumbass. I mean...you think you're tuff sh*t because you've done that four times...Well son, I've done that sh*t too. It's not hard. I've retired an IC title, a TV title, an undisputed title...twice, and a european title. It's not hard...especially if you're me. But the difference between you and I is that I've defended my title against all comers. I don't just go after jobbers and rookies. Son, that isn't a champion...if you ain't heard. I have no respect for you...all you've done here is run your mouth off, and cash checks your ass can't handle.

Big Nasty takes a sip of water, and smiles at some female fans as he continues to speak.

Big Nasty: Now Knife, you think you are going to walk through this fed with no challenge. Well, you have to step through me first...and as you can ask a lot of people around this fed...I'm not a pushover. You can go to the hospital and talk to Vitamin C right now, and ask him what it's like to piss me off, and talk sh*t to me! See, you don't understand something about me. I'm not a man you want to mess with. I'm 6'11" and 295 pounds of straight muscle. I'm in excellent shape...I pretty much run this fed. The only reason some rooks are upstaging me for a World Title is because I just came back. I've only wrestled a week. Trust this when I say it...had I been in this World Title Tourny...I would be in that main event right now. But trust this...my time will come, and one of those rooks will get their ass kicked by me...Big Nasty. See, y'all don't got respect for me, and thats cool, because I'll beat the respect out of you, and I'll hand your ass to you at the same time. Knife...Reeves...one Nasty Bomb to either of you, and it's over. You just wait. Ask C...he knows what it's like to be on the wrong end of a Nasty Bomb...it isn't too pleasant. The New era of Nasty began last week, and it grows ever stronger as I move through these two chumps. Knife, you seem to pose the only challenge to me, and I'm going to absolutely run through you! You just watch...I'm going to show you what the new era of Nasty is...and trust...you don't want to know how that feels. Things are getting Nastier on Friday...and oh yeah...I did show up! What you think about that? Can't wait to see you in the ring! PEACE!

Big Nasty goes back on the floor, and calls for five new challengers, as his team and himself shoot around waiting for the next challenge.