Wrestlemania Entertainment; The hopes and dreams of professional wrestling. Every man and every women, they all strive for that one spectacular feeling. The feeling of success .. the feeling of 20 pounds of gold draped over your shoulder - it's THAT feeling .. that these Men and Women will do absolutely ANYTHING, to achieve. In some scenarios, dreams are made - other times, shattered. They live and they BREATHE this business - day and night, through thick and thin. Wrestlemania Entertainment, nearing on 4 years of HISTORY - without a doubt, the-e most prestigious company in ALL of Sports Entertainment today. It's the highest mountain to climb .. and the HARDEST. Many men have managed to write themselves down in the book of history for being renowed as a WME2K4 Champion .. but along the way, MANY .. have failed. For one man, the essence of failure is a substance that he will commit to defending off on the 31st of October. Smackdown presents NO MERCY from Raleigh, North Carolina - a night which proves to be make or break for Rhino. Since being under the wing of Shane McMahon in Team Smackdown, Rhino has been able to literally decimate his opponents week in, week out. Since Rhino aligned himself with Shane McMahon, Rhino has caught the eye of the professional wrestling world .. on Sunday Night .. the chance to LIVE the dreams are set out in front of him. The chance to end Chris Benoits long reign as WM2K4 Champion is at stake, but of course more importantly, the opportunity to BECOME The Champion. It's no easy task at hand, but one must ask themselves, is there really anything that can stop The Manbeast from turning a dream into reality? Can either Triple H OR Chris Benoit lay Rhino to sleep? CAN they physically say that at the end of the night, Rhino was eliminated from the Title Picture? That question remains un-answered .. but the words .. the promises made .. It's all we have to lay on. The PROMISES made by Rhino; the GUARANTEES made by Triple H. Who's night will it be? Who's NIGHT for stardom .. will it be? One should not forget, The Main Event of No Mercy is NOT just a Triple Threat Match. Chris Benoit, Triple H and Rhino will clash heads in the FIRST EVER Barbed Wire Hell In A Cell match. Excruciating pain looms near .. blood, sweat and tears are just around the corner for the PUNISHMENT that these three will endure, is inhumane. The human structure is NOT built for the type of destruction and carnage that is due to come on Sunday Night. The thing is, this match .. It'll CHANGE these Three Men's lives FOREVER! Win or lose - they will NEVER .. EVER .. be the same. Blood Baths, Career Endings .. each are a possibility and with the WM2K4 Championship up for grabs .. they won't stop at ANYTHING to drape it over there shoulder. The hard work, the sweat, the tears, the blood .. It ALL comes down to this ONE match; this ONE moment. BODIES will be at risk .. LIVES . will be at risk. This Sunday, October 31st, The World will bare witness to a HELLACIOUS battle .. a battle to be the best. Can Rhino finally put any last doubters to rest and capture The Championship that EVERY Man DREAMS of having? Only time will tell as they say, but you can rest assure that by the time the Main Event rolls around, Rhino will be RUBBING his hands together .. for No Mercy .. is the moment .. of TRUTH!

The No Mercy logo slowly fades away, and the scene opens up in the neighbourhood of Montreal, Quebec in Canada; the hometown to the WM2K4 Heavyweight Champion, Chris Benoit. The sun shining brightly down upon us, but the temperature isn't too hot .. nor is it too cold. Every now and then, a slight cool breeze musters up and sweeps the leaves off the ground gently. It's silent; too silent. All you can pick up is the papers, leaves and so fourth that are blown around on the ground every so often. Apart from that; not a sound. No birds. No howling wind. No rain. No passing vehicles. Nothing. Suddenly, the camera turns it's direction to the right and low and behold, standing across the the road on the otherside of the footpath is Rhino. Rhino's wearing a pair of blue, ripped denom jean shorts and a black shirt with the words "RHINO" printed in the center, in a classic eye-catching purple. As we've seen in previous outings, Rhino conducts no facial expression .. at all. His face is as straight as a ruler, and his eyes are as serious as those that belong to a fierce, blood hungry Shark.

RHINO: Home sweet home .. Haha .. Does this fuckin' place look familiar, Chris? Does it ring any bells?

Rhino takes a few moments pause to let the dust "settle", so to speak.

RHINO: Isn't this the place you were fuckin' BORN in, Chris? Come to think of it .. wasn't this where you started your JOKE .. of a career? Yeah, I believe so. I believe this is where the shit started. RIGHT HERE .. in this FUCKED up town. (Rhino Laughs) You've covered your inner self for a LONG time .. this Sunday, I will EXPOSE the REAL you! I will rip through that fuckin' mask you hide behind and I will pull out the real you. The Chris Benoit that could NEVER win the big one; the Chris Benoit that was marked as a MID-CARD player.. THAT'S who you are, Chris. You're not some big fuckin' hero. You're not some fuckin' saviour of Canada, 'cause Lord knows Chris, Canada was fucked from the moment it produced assholes like you and praised them to the nut house. You got a break; a big break .. a LUCKY break! But let me make it perfectly clear for you Benoit; you're NOT facin' the fuckin' odds .. you're not facin' LUCK .. you're facin' The MANBEAST! The single most DOMINATE force to ever step foot into a fuckin' squared circle. You? You aren't a Champion .. you aren't a Legend of this business .. you're a man running on thin ice; and that ice, on Sunday Night, is gonna fuckin' collapse .. and YOU .. are gonna falL STRAIGHT into the water and slowly fade away like the BITCH you are! I'll TAKE that Title from you and I'll put it around MY waiste because to be fuckin' honest, a man like you with a prestigious piece of GOLD like the WM2K4 Heavyweight Championship - it ain't a match. It'd be like those bastards riding horses but instead they ride pony's -fucked up, ain't it? Just like the sight of you with that Title - MY title. (Rhino Smirks) By the time the lights are flicked off Chris, you're gonna be WITHOUT A Title and WITHOUT a fuckin' life .. because once I'm done with you .. there'll be a HOLE right in your god damn STOMACH where I've GORED YOU!!

Whilst in the process of taking slow steps, Rhino looks down at the ground below him. You can see behind him that the few shops that are around, are closed. Still, there's not a person in radar nor an animal of any sort. Still, when that cool breeze drifts through the town the bottles, packets and leaves move around - apart from that, we're still in a state of bizarre silence.

RHINO: I've climbed that mountain before, Benoit. I was the LAST man to ever hold the ECW Television Championship AND the LAST ECW World Heavyweight Champion - The LAST person .. to claim themselves .. as the BEST E-C-Fuckin' W had to offer! What about you, Chris? Other then the self-proclaimed little fucked up quotes .. apart from that, what have you got to define yourself as a fuckin' superstar? I'll tell ya; NOTHIN'! Not a DAMN thing and deep down, Chris, you KNOW that! You KNOW that you've always been that hot-headed fuckface to fall to his knees EVERYTIME he's been thrown into the big one. Haha .. How you've got this far beats the fuck outta me, but I'll promise you that AFTER No Mercy you WON'T have that strap. You'll be WITHOUT your gold and you'll be back to square fuckin' ONE - where you damn well should be!

Once Rhino stops speaking, silence sets right in again. Still - no passing cars, no chirping birds - nothing. What the heck is with this town?

RHINO: Have you ever wondered why the Canadians love you so much? It's because they've got FUCK ALL to cheer about; their lives .. are the epitome .. of stupidity. They LIVE in a world where stupidity is a way of fuckin' LIFE. Do you think any SANE person would actually take the time and the ENERGY to clap you as you walk down the fuckin' asile and into the ring? Come on, Chris .. surely you've got some sense of intelligence .. SURELY you can see through the shit. Honestly, why would these people cheer you other than the fact that you represent their shitful country? Why? Because anything and everything that has EVER been produced from Canada has turned out a fuckin' failure; it just so happened to be you drew luck and scored yourself the biggest achievement. You might've impressed a truck load of your home-town fuckwits .. but I'll tell ya now Benoit, you've NEVER .. and you NEVER WILL impress me! When I see you walk down the fuckin' asile every week, it makes me angrier .. and angrier .. and angrier. It makes me want to RIP yourfucking legs off and stick them straight up your ASS! You don't DESERVE to be renowed as the WM2K4 Champion; you deserve my FIST in your face .. you deserve .. (Rhino Smirks Evily) THE GOOOORRRREEE!!

Rhino disposes of the saliva in his mouth, spitting it on the ground beside him. Suddenly, a man walks around the corner - he looks in his mid 70's, his clothes are old fashioned and he's a small, skinny little man. He approaches Rhino who quite obviously, is disturbed.

OLD CANADIAN: What eh' you doin'? Are yeh' new, eh?

Rhino gives a nasty, intense stare.

OLD CANADIAN: I haven't seen you eh' before. Yeh' new?

A few, long seconds pass by before Rhino eventually speaks.

RHINO: Me? Live here? Come on pops, does it LOOK like It'd be stupid enough to live in a PISSHOLE like this?

OLD CANADIAN: EH!? I've been living eh' since day one misteh'. It's not a .. a .. a -

RHINO: Pisshole? Haha .. Old man - you ain't fuckin' seen SHIT if you think this is the perfect lifestyle. See, you're like Chris Benoit .. infact, you're like ALL these fucked up Canadians; you're as DUMB as clear fuckin' mud!

OLD CANADIAN: Eh?

If you didn't know he was Canadian, you'd think that he was saying Eh on purpose. Rhino stands straight, not impressed by the slightest.

RHINO: Forget it. You're not worth another breathe of my fuckin' time, can't you see? That camera - it's focused on ME .. and ME, only! So take my adivce - get the FUCK off camera!

The Manbeasts choice of words aren't exactly heart warming for the Old Man.

OLD CANADIAN: Ehxcuse me? If I could kick you into the next lifetime sunn-eh, I would!

Rhino laughs right in the Old Canadian's FACE!

RHINO: That's where it ALL comes tumblin' down. That's where you join Chris Benoit; if you COULD, you would .. but the fact is Old Man - YOU CAN'T! You can't and Chris Benoit can't. Chris can try and get ALL the sympothy from his Canadians, he can squeeze all the juice out of stupid FUCKS like you .. but mark my words .. The only thing he'll be doin' on Sunday Night is WISHIN' he had of come to his senses a WHOLE lot earlier! I --

OLD CANADIAN: Chris Benoit eh? Why he is such a fine lad, such a fine specimen.

RHINO: Such a small f'n world, ain't it?

OLD CANADIAN: Everyone knows Chris Benoit lad. He's the heart and soul of this countr-eh.

An un-believing smirk flashes across Rhino's face.

RHINO: What you don't get is that Benoit ain't facin' some joe fuckin' blow. He's facin' the REAL DEAL! He's facin' the LAST EVER ECW Television and WORLD Heavyweight Champion - HE'S FACIN' THE MANBEAST!! So as far as you're concerned, old man, you can stand here and sing ya fuckin' praises all ya want .. but by the time Monday morning rolls around, the only way you're gonna be seein' Chris Benoit is a fuckin' hospital bed!

OLD CANADIAN: I ought'a wash your mouth out with soap!

RHINO STRIKES A RIGHT HAND! OH MY GOD! Rhino.. just struck a HARD right hand to the Old Man's JAW! That is SICKENING! The Old Man has collapsed on the ground - he could be f'n DEAD! Rhino looks pissed off as he looks down on the sad and sorry sight.

RHINO: I'VE WARNED YOU, CHRIS! I've FUCKING .. WARNED you! This SUNDAY, I will tear you the FUCK apart like a god damn roast CHICKEN! Bit from bit until there is NOTHING .. LEFT OF YOU! See, you ain't the fuckin' badass you make yourself out to be Chris. You ain't The Best Technical Wrestler in the business; you're a fuckin' WANNABE! You WANT to be this, you WANT to be that - you talk so much bullshit that you end up makin' yourself BELIEVE IT! You ain't TITS on a fucking frog, Chris .. you're a lucky go type of guy. You get some luck there, you get some luck here .. yeah, you ARE the Champion at the moment but have you had to face The Manbeast? Have you had to fight RHINO in a fucking BARBED WIRE .. HELL .. IN A CELL!? NO! But this Sunday Night .. at No Mercy .. ya will come FACE to face, TOE to TOE with your DEATH! Struggle is Optional? BULLSHIT! That's complete and UTTER bullshit Benoit, and you KNOW IT! Struggle .. is fuckin' MADE; made by tough son of a bitches like ME! See, you can run around and run your fuckin' mouth about your this, your that and your gonna do this and that - It means nothin' .. absolutely NOTHIN'. When you step into that Cell on Sunday, you're steppin' into a WAR with a fuckin' MANBEAST .. and Let me tell ya, Chris .. this a war .. that you WON'T get lucky in. When ya face The Manbeast, ya can stick Luck up your ass because when you step foot into a ring with me, Chris .. I RUN RIGHT THROUGH YOU! I LEAVE .. A MARK! And at No Mercy, when that WM2K4 Championship is up for grabs you can BET every last fuckin' penny that I'll be makin' your match the LAST match you EVER wrestle! (Rhino Pauses For A Moment) In your little fantasy world, you might Cripple some fucked up loser off the street; at No Mercy .. I'M GONNA CRIPPLE YOU! And you're gonna realize .. that when I go out to that ring; I MAKE PEOPLE BLEED .. and I leave behind me .. a BIG F'N IMPACT!

Intense breathing; Rhino takes a few seconds break to re-gain his composure.

RHINO: Everytime I hear you ramble on about the same shit, you always end it with "I'm begging you to try and prove me wrong" .. (Rhino Flashes A Sick Grin) At No Mercy, I'll do MORE than prove you wrong Chris. I'll send you into retirement; I'll send you to the hospital with ya tail behind your fuckin' legs! You ain't SHIT; you ain't a Wolverine .. you're a PUSHOVER. A Fraud. THE NEXT VICTIM IN LINE TO BE GORED STRAIGHT INTO ANOTHER PREMISIS! (Rhino Nods His Head) Barbed Wire, Hell In A Cell .. You ain't got a fuckin' prayer of keepin' what rightfully belongs to ME - what should be draped over MY shoulder - what should have MY name titled on it. Chris, FEAR THE GORE .. and