A clip airs on the titantron with the words "Earlier Tonight" written in the bottom corner. The scene opens in the empty WWF arena, the ring is already set up and the house lights are on. There are several techs walking around doing their final prep before the show, and in the centre of the ring there is a 15' ladder set up. Sat un the top rung of the ladder is White Trash.
Trash: So here were are, just hours away from the PPV. and people are still doubting my chances tonight. Nathan Payne is the crowd favourite to take my title, purely based on the fact that the fans think he's faster than me, so will be able to climb this ladder before I can catch him.
Trash laughs, and taps his heels on the ladder rungs.
Trash: Well, he may be quicker in this ring, but no matter how quick Nathan thinks he is, he won't be able to climb a ladder with a dislocated shoulder, and that's just what I can do with my Double Wide Armbar.
Trash laughs again, rubbing his hands together with a vicious look on his face.
Trash: Just so you know, Nathan, this ain't my first barbeque, Son, and the ladder ain't just for climbin'. I'm no pretty boy, you won't see me backstage flirting with Lizzy and the other ladies. But let's see how pretty you are after I ram this ladder in your face and knock those shinny white teeth of yours down your stinkin' throat! So far in our matches I've shown that you can't match my submission skills, and after tonight these idiot fans will see you can't match me as a brawler either. So either way you want to look at it, get used to the idea that I'm the Master of Violence, I'll be walking in to the ring tonight a champion, and at the end of the match I'll be walking out a champion. And you Nathan, well...You'll be lucky if you're even walking out of this ring tonight.
Trash looks around the arena again.
Trash: Then maybe you'll show me the respect I deserve!
