Monroe: Well, Madman, it looks like there is still now respect for the tag titles from the West Side Ro....

Marcum: Oh, please, Monroe. Those titles are lucky to be urinated on by such cham......

*Bad Company fades in over the Cheesedome PA system.*

Monroe: What's going on here? Balls Nasty's match isn't until later on tonight.

*Nasty is wearing a wifebeater t-shirt and jeans. He's carrying a large cooler in one hand and a plastic bag in the other. He walks over to the announce table and sets the bag and cooler on top of the table. Reluctantly, Monroe gets out of his chair and surrenders his headset. The announcer motions to a producer off camera to get him replacements.*

Marcum: Hey, Nasty, old pal. Have a seat. To what do I owe the honor?

*Nasty pulls a beer bottle out of the cooler and pops the cap off with the side of the table.*

Nasty: Since, for the second week in a row, the Doc Paragon hasn't decided to use me in a match, I'm going to sit out here and be useful in some capacity. I think I'd make a good color commentary guy.

Marcum: Uh... but, Nasty, you're in the second match on the card with Ghost....

Nasty: Damnit! Don't tell me what match I'm in! I know what the card is, but let's face it. Ghost Iron or Pig Hog or whatever the hell he's calling himself now isn't really competition, is he? All he does is sulk and whine in the back like he's in the WWE or something.

*Nasty reaches into the bag and pulls out a cardboard bucket. He turns it so the label is facing directly into the camera. It reads "Joe's Chicken and Donut Shack".*

Marcum: Oh man! Joe's famous Chicken and Donut bucket! May I?

*Marcum reaches into the bucket and pulls out a crispy donut. It crunches as he takes a bite.*

Marcum: Mmmmm..... I got a piece of skin on that one.

*Marcum looks into the camera and gives a thumbs up.*

Marcum: It's crunch-o-licious.

Nasty backhands Marcum on the shoulder.*

Nasty: Stop hornin' in on my action. They gave me a fifteen dollar gift certificate for this.

Marcum: Sorry.

Nasty: Joe's Chicken and Donut Shack. Just five miles south of the Cheesedome on Route 69 across from the Strippers and Waffles and Roboken Free Clinic.