The camera opens up in a pickup. Casey Walker is driving in a real heavy thunderstorm blaring
As Casey pulls onto a gravel rode, he turns down the radio and looks toward the cameraman in the passenger seat.
"You wanted a promo? Well I sure as hell aint going to sit in a GD studio all day just so I can say what Mr. Haas should have figured out by know. Hey guy, you want to grab me a can of Cope from my glove box?"
The camera man obliges, Casey puts a sizeable chew in and carries on
"I thought about just keeping my cockeyed mouth shut this week and let the ass whipping I'm about to unleash on Ole Charlie boy speak for itself, but this redneck has a something to say"
Casey grabs a empty Mountain Dew bottle and spits in it.
"Charles, I don't have a problem with, you are one of the most athletically gifted wrestlers in SNME. Now me, I never claimed to be a good wrestler, and I like it that way. So how about this, you bring you German suplexes, and whatever else can be described as "technical wrestling", and I'll bring this(Casey makes a fist) and my own brand of offense. That's why I'm pretty dang sure you or any of my future opponents can prepare for me. I am unlike anyone on this roster and that is the ticket to my success."