Change. Sometimes, it's a good thing. Others, it's not - but in this case, change couldn't have come at a better time for Wrestlemania Entertainment. For the last few weeks, WME has been in a slump; a MASSIVE slump, to be exact. At one point in time, it appeared that the once legendary WME would finally cease to exist .. but suddenly, thing's changed - Paul Heyman and Ric Flair mutually agreed to changing the face of WME .. forever. The image of Slam and Smackdown that has been the reflection of Wrestlemania Entertainment for almost four years, has been erased. No longer will you see Slam nor Smackdown. Instead, Paul Heyman will be in charge of Overload which will STILL be aired on Thursday Nights. Ric Flair will the responsibility of Breakdown, which like Slam was, will be aired every Monday Night. The draft has taken place; the WME has been shaken up like a bottle of soft drink .. and now the opening of a new era .. is about to exploit professional wrestling for as long as you see to live. The Champions, you ask? What happened to them? Who really cares. There's ONE figure you need to know about, and ONLY one. That man is Rhino; the BEST this industry has to bring to the table. What backs up such a bold statement? Why, that'd be where the World Heavyweight Championship comes into the picture. Although, Rhino is NO longer recognized as the WM2K4 Champion .. INSTEAD .. due to the new era, Rhino is labelled as the Overload World Champion. That MEANS .. that you take ANY man off the Overload Roster, you put him up against Rhino .. and what you get .. is one LESS superstar. What you get, is Rhino leaving behind him a TOTAL F'N IMPACT! Hell, do I need to take your minds back two weeks ago when Rhino defeated BOTH Chris Benoit and Triple H to become The Champion at No Mercy? Let's not forget - that match was INSIDE of a Barbed Wire Hell In A Cell - a first for Wrestlemania Entertainnment mind you. Rhino DECIMATED the two; from pillar to post, he DOMINATED the match and walked out of No Mercy as a force to be reckoned with. Two weeks down the track, Overload will witness their World Heavyweight Champion take on Chris Jericho, the X Champion. Some might question .. isn't Jericho out of Rhino's league? Afterall, the prestiges separating the two Championships is quite frankly, a lot. But then again .. NOBODY .. not ONE soul on this planet, in this UNIVERSE .. is in Rhino's league. It's why he IS The Champion; it's why he IS Overload's finest and it's why he WILL destroy Chris Jericho from head to toe in merely a matter of minutes. All it takes .. is ONE mistake from Chris Jericho, and trust the word of mine, he WILL make one .. and WHEN he does .. Rhino will capitalise and rip apart "The King Of The World" .. LIMB .. by limb .. by LIMB! Until finally - the only remains of Chris Jericho are completely covered - no, not by foundation .. but by the very own red blood, in which will be exposed to the world this Thursday Night! The moment this match was signed - it was NEVER going to be a competitive match. The media, they turned it into hype .. into FAKE .. hype. Come Overload, Rhino won't be playing any games .. he WON'T be hyping any bullshit up; He'll be there to do the job. To run through Chris Jericho like a steam train and NOTHING .. ELSE! Y2J can twist and turn what he THINKS is a chance of a lifeimte, to beat the World Heavyweight Champion on the very first night of Overload .. he can dead set CONVINCE himself that he stands a chance because NOTHING, not thinking, nor talking will change the fact that THIS Thursday Night remains the very same as it always has. Rhino .. World Champion - WINNER .. Chris Jericho, X Champ - Forced into RETIREMENT! CAREER ENDED! And nothing .. not even Paul Heyman .. can deny that of happening. It's Just .. The WAY It Is!

The WME Overload Logo fades off the screen as the scene winds up in once again, the backstage area. However this time, the camera is in the middle of a search. It zooms in on a particular Locker Room door. It reads 'RHINO' in clear, white letters. You couldn't miss it. The camera takes us right inside the locker room to where we are presented with Rhino and Vince Russo. They look calm, yet at the same time, they appear to have something up their sleeves for .. presentation? Both men are still in the same attire as before, although Russo doesn't have his suit buttoned up. Vince is laying on the black leather two seat couch - you can tell by the look of it, it ain't no lousy One Hundred dollar job. The furniture around the place is rich; it's obviously state of the art. Russo has his legs kicked up on the arm rest and his head up against the opposite arm rest with his arms behind his head. The camera moves a little to the left; Rhino is standing up with a few photos in his hands. He's walking back and fourth, with a determained facial expression.

RHINO: Remind me of somethin' Vince. Who holds The WME Overload WORLD Championship?

VINCE RUSSO: Why that'd be you.

Proceeding to walk up an down, Rhino nods his head.

RHINO: That's right. ME! Not some fuckin' Canadian by the name of Chris Jericho. See, from where I'm standin' .. Jericho isn't even able to compete in a league of fuckin' junior baseball players - Yet that fucker thinks he can step up to the plate and BREAK me, like that? Haha .. Denial. Stupdity. Take ya fuckin' pick.

VINCE RUSSO: You're the man EVERYONE wants to be, Champ. Your what they HOPE to be .. but that's as FAR as they get, 'cause we both know that there ain't a damn duplicate of you. You're a One Man Breed; and a SUCCESSFUL one at that!

RHINO: Punks like Jericho - they're dime a dozen. They come by the fuckin' bucket load; they PRETEND to be somethin' they aren't. They PRETEND to be the fucker with the smallest brain and the most guts .. but they FAIL to realize a significant point in which defines me as the BEST this company has to offer. They THINK that by being Hardcore and by not givin' a FUCK about anythin', they can become like The Manbeast. (Rhino Shakes His Head) They're sportin' an IQ of a Homeless FUCK from Brooklyn if they've got that frame of mind because ALL that it takes .. is COMMON SENSE! All it takes is for you to USE ya fuckin' brain and figure it out. When I kick the SHIT through fuckwit after fuckwit, is it because I take high-risk's like Rob Van Dam, or Jeff Hardy? Is it because I act like a COMPLETE f'n idiot?

Dead silence.

RHINO: Or is it CONTROLLED aggression? Think about it; do you see me losing matches because I fucked up some high risk move? For those of you scratchin' the bald spot on your head, the answer is No! My style .. is an EXTREME .. HARDCORE style. A style which NO fuckwit could duplicate, although MANY worthless assholes have tried in the past - It's a style of wrestling that can ONLY be perfected by The MANBEAST! NO BASTARD .. CAN .. or WILL EVER be able to model themselves into ME! NO ONE! IT'S NOT FUCKING POSSIBLE!

Rhino's breathing itensifies, as Russo sits up on the couch.

VINCE RUSSO: If you've still got critics on your back - fuck 'em. They'll be there for the rest of your life, and NOT for the right reason. Nah, they're on your back because they can't HANDLE the fuckin' truth. It EATS them alive that there's NOBODY that even comes CLOSE to being categorised in your league; They HATE that .. but you know what, big man? There's ZILCH they can do about it.

Russo's words seem to have no effect on Rhino, who STILL paces up and back like a man on a mission. He looks down at one of the photos he has in his hands - his face scrunches up, and his grip on the photo tightens.

RHINO: From the VERY beginning; DAY .. FUCKING .. ONE! Chris Jericho was ALWAYS a FAILURE; ALWAYS! Never ONCE did the jackass prove himself to be anything.

VINCE RUSSO: The man got beaten by a woman; what do you expect? If he can't even beat CHYNA .. then what in god's name does he THINK that he's doing, lacing up the boots to face you?

The Manbeast shakes his head out of pity.

RHINO: Look at the fuckin' inbred. Ya look like some try-hard macho man; Look at that Title. That WHITE heap of fucking TRASH! What'd you do, collect cardboard from Supermarkets and turn it into some stupid lookin' piec eof SHIT!? Look at it; it's fuckin' pathetic .. but you know, It suits you. It LOOKS fake; it looks like it's been made in a WHOLE five fuckin' MINUTES .. and you - you look like you've been inflated with AIR and not to mention, those fuckin' army pants. What the FUCK were ya thinkin', Jericho? I know the saying Blonde Canadians are as BAD as you can get .. but for fuck-sake .. I've seen Homeless cunts look sharper than you. You're as USEFUL as a pencil with NO led; (Rhino's Tone of His Voice Deepens) That blood on your face, I bet that makes ya proud, huh? Makes ya feel like you went through pain? YOU AIN'T GONE THROUGH SHIT .. UNTIL YOU'VE BATHED IN A RING .. OF YOUR BLOOD! And that day, is comin' REAL fuckin' soon.

A sharp and an intense look in Rhino's eyes is enough to send shivers down your spine. Vince Russo stands up and pats Rhino on the back - trying to "relieve" him of tension.

VINCE RUSSO: Ain't got a THING to worry about my man. It's COVERED! Chris Jericho is headed' for The BRUTALITY .. that lives inside of YOU, Rhino! Chris JERICHO .. will NO LONGER be the party boy of Wrestlemania Entertainment; Chris JERICHO .. will be the PRIME example for WHENEVER some moron thinks he can defeat you - because when that time comes, you'll have the remains of Jericho to show .. Haha.

RHINO: You were BORN a failure and to this VERY day, Chris .. you're STILl that same failure. Nothing's changed. Nothing .. AT ALL! You're still that cocky fuckface pissin' me off as you've always been - but I'll tell ya one thing, after Overload you WON'T be around to piss me off. Nah - you'll be in some fucked up hospital bed trying to recover; trying to survive the MARK that I left .. (Rhino Laughs Evily) Burn, Chris. BURN LIKE THE FUCKIN' SISSY YOU TRULY ARE!

Out of no-where, Rhino pulls out a cigarette lighter. He lites it up and holds it closely to the photo of Chris Jericho, as it slowly begins to catch alite. Rhino laughs MANICALLY, loving EVERY second of it as Russo observes with a wide grin planted across his face.

RHINO: Ya mean jack SHIT, Chris. Ya hear that? You're SHIT on my fuckin' shoe, and this Thursday Night, I'm gonna be WIPING YOU THE HELL OFF!!

VINCE RUSSO: In just a few short days - you'll be the "Pin The Donkey" of this company. You'll be the guy remembered for ONE thing; STUPIDITY! Because let's face it .. ANY man willing to step foot in a ring with Rhino .. suffers from tragic stupidity .. UNFORTUNATELY for your sake, Chris, you're right up there with that disease and the ONLY way that can be cured .. is by FEELING the wrath of a force of GREAT power. Overload - It's YOUR date with death!

For a few moments, silence settles in. Vince Russo's attention turns back to Rhino who drops the burning photo of Chris Jericho on the ground. It slowly begins to fade away, as The Manbeast studies the other photo - yet again, another one from Chris Jericho's early days.

VINCE RUSSO: Haha; the picture SPEAKS for itself .. don't ya think, Champ?

Rhino lowers his head, letting his hair limp over his face. He slowly raises his head back up to the camera, and flicks the hair out of his face with a violent throw-back of the head. Once again Rhino slowly begins to burn the photo.

RHINO: Just KEEPS gettin' worse, don't it? Look at ya. What the FUCK are you attempting to be? A god damn peacock? I'll tell ya what, Jericho. If you BACK the fuck out within the next few days in the leadup to Overload - I DON'T blame ya! Do you EXPECT me to FEAR someone as FUCKED up as you? Think about it; use that touch of intelligence you got somewhere in ya head .. and FIGURE it the HELL out! Do I have a REASON as to why I should be AFRAID of you? FUCK NO! A god damn 3rd Grader would make fun of you, Chris.

Releasing verbal anger, Rhino spits down to the ground in a fierce manner. Russo stands still, watching on with a proud look and a nod of the head to EVERYTHING that comes out of Rhino's mouth.

RHINO: You wanna try an turn this bullshit into a little game, huh? You wanna try and FUCK with me, don't ya? (Pause) Do you think by goin' to the Zoo and comparin' me with an animal is gonna work - huh? DO YA, YOU STUPID FUCK!? (Rhino Is BOILING With Anger!) Maybe you're not seein' clearly; maybe that fat fuck you got hangin' around ya is blockin' your view. See - what's in front of you is not just ANY man .. I am THE-E man! I AM THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! You? Your some half assed X Champ that NOBODY could give two walkin' shits about. You AIN'T no Living Legend and you sure as fuck ain't The King Of The World - what you're though, Jericho .. is a victim. A VICTIM .. TO THE GORE!! AND REST ASSURE, you WILL be drilled with it and you WILL be layin' motionless in the middle of the ring with a big fuckin' HOLE right through ya! That .. is a PROMISE. And Jericho - I DON'T BREAK A PROMISE!

Russo steps into the picture, agreeing with every point made by his client; but then again, It's not like he has any choice if he wants to live.

VINCE RUSSO: The POINT is Chris - you're hanging onto a FALSE piece of string. Lady Luck ain't on your side .. because when you step up to the plate and you meet eyeball to eyeball with this figure standing before you - then LUCK .. is MEANINGLESS! Though - you DO have freedom of choice. You can go down one of two paths Jericho ..

Rhino proceeds to pace up and back, listening carefully to the tune of Vince Russo.

VINCE RUSSO: You can bring your "A" Game to Overload and prove absolutely NOTHIN' by gettin' your career DECIMATED in merely a few minutes by THE MAN that holds The Championship you DREAM of having! Or you could choose the other path; the WISE path. You could BACK out of the match and SAVE your career - your LIFE!

The Manbeast cuts Russo off before he goes any further.

RHINO: What Russo is sayin' Chris, is that you got two choices. You can prove to me that you're as dumb as it fuckin' gets by turnin' up to Overload .. or you can save yourself, WHILST ya still can. Either way - I don't give a RATS ass because one way or another, I'm leavin' Thursday Night with an impact; a TOTAL IMPACT!! You can Lionheart all ya want - It WON'T be the thing that saves ya from my grasp of wrath. What you're dealin' with is NOT just an ordinary man; I'm NOT some BITCH off the street you can slap around like a fuckin' pinball machine. Ya got that, Jericho? I'M NOT THE PUSH OVER YOU'RE TAKIN' ME FOR! I AM THE MAN TO THE F'N BEAST; And whether ya LIKE IT or not .. you're gonna have to LEARN to love it 'cause I'm the man standin' at the TOP of the mountian lookin' down at INBRED cunts like YOU! (Rhino Pauses For A Moment) King Of The Jungle? Haha .. Save me the jokes jackass, and REMEMBER TWO THINGS! One .. EXPECT THE UN-EXPECTED!! And two, Jericho ..