*Joey Biles walks up to Balls Nasty backstage. As he approaches to ask the Hardcore Porn champ for an interview, Nasty grabs the mic and pushes Joey to the ground. The camera follows Joey's fall, but Nasty grabs the lens and pulls it back to him. His face is read with anger, and there's a bandage across his forehead. The veins in his neck begin to pop out as he yells into the mic.*

Louie! Do you think really think that you and your ass monkeys have what it takes to stop me?! Do you think you've got what it takes to put Balls Nasty out of commission?! I've been fighting all my life. I've been fighting for more than just a belt with gold decorations. I've been fighting for survival, whether it's in the ring, on the streets, or in prison.

You see, Louie, you're just trying to scare me. All you want me to do is cower in some corner while you and your lap dogs beat your chests and declare your victory. And that's you're biggest mistake because Balls Nasty fears no man. I didn't become Hardcore Porn champion by being afraid.

You just shot a grizzly bear with a squirrel gun, Louie.

*Nasty rips the bandage off his forehead and points to the scar left from last Havoc.*

And now this bear is coming for you.

Speaking of my title, Little Charlie. You think that you can just run in and run out with my trophey in your hands? Has the long forgotten Family runt finally gotten tired of being overshadowed? You forget, Charlie. I know who you are. I'm not talking about the mask you wear out here in the ring for the fans and all the other wrestlers in the back. Not the loud talking, brash and over-confident facade that you parade out in front of the fans every week. I'm talking about the real man who packs away his wrestling gear in favor of jeans and a t-shirt. I know that man, and I plan on destroying him.

This Sunday, Charlie, I'm coming in ready for war. If you want to survive, you better come to the arena with your mask on.

*Nasty begins to punch the scar on his forehead causing it to reopen and gush blood down onto his face.*

Because I'll be wearing mine.