As each week continues to pass by, Rhino keeps buildin' up the list. Nah, not the Supermarket list. The list in which have been Gored to the very depths of their grave. It's became repeatitive to the extent where it's almost a weekly proceedure. Rhino takes his place in the ring; beats the holy hell out of his opponent, or opponents in this case, and picks up yet another victory. Boring? Not the slightest. Here you've got ONE man, taking apart the ENTIRE roster. Rhino is UN-DEFEATED since the Roster Split; need I go into detail? Your right, I don't. His actions speak for themselves. What for one second, truly makes Booker T and Triple H believe they can take down such a force? Such dominance? Since the day Rhino entered this company, we've had nothing but the same old shit. The guy's who THINK they are somethin'. The guy's who talk the talk, but come time to step up to the plate, they fall straight to their knees. Why? Because the lack of tescular fortitude is a growing number. Triple H has been defeated not once .. not twice .. but THREE times at the hand's of Rhino. Exactly WHAT more does this guy need before he finally accepts defeat? From week to week, day to day - we've been given nothing but the fact that Triple H STILL believes he's the cream of the crop. EVERY single week, we're made to sit down and listen to the SAME old shit. Who cares? Who REALLY cares? The facts are set out in front of your precious eyes - THREE times Triple H has been manhandled by Rhino. Booker T on the other hand, hasn't collided with The Manbeast ... yet. This past week on Overload, Booker T teamed up with Rhino to face off against Mark Jindrak and Lance Storm. The theme on which Overload was based on was "Getting Along" .. which quite frankly, never was the case. Mark Jindrak planted Lance Storm, as did Booker T on Rhino with a Harlem Sidekick. Fact is, Booker T was the one who picked up the victory .. TRUTH is, Rhino would have succeeded if Booker didn't take down Rhino earlier on in the match. With the cage being lifted up, Rhino and Booker T locked eyes. Each one awaiting for the other to make the first move, until the interference of The Dudley Boys caused the confrontation to hault almost immediately. Though - the least expected. Triple H came from in the crowd and slided into the ring, with both Booker T's and Rhino's back to him. The Game attacked both men from behind, as The Dudley Boys entered the ring - taking apart the defenseless "Manbeast" and "Bookerman". The Dudleyz first planted the 3-D to Booker T and quickly saved Triple H, as Rhino was beginning to take full advantage of Triple H. However - The Dudleys hit Rhino from behind and threw Rhino to the opposite set of ropes, connecting with a BIG TIME 3-D. The final "dressing" to the salad, was of course, Triple H picking Rhino up off the ground and delivering a Pedigree, ending what yet again was ANOTHER "Triple H" night. The question has to be asked; how much longer will Triple H be allowed to rome around and do as he pleases? WHEN will Rhino finally get his revenge? The heat has been brewing since No Mercy when Rhino defeated The Game and Chris Benoit to become the WM2K4 Champion. However, another week gone by means another week of Overload is upon us. In fact, it's the last Overload until WME's "Shattered". Rhino will take on Cactus Jack in a Single's Match - and it definitely draws a lot of interest. The World Champion, Rhino .. has been un-defeated since the split rosters. Cactus Jack, likewise - undefeated. Two EXTREMELY sick minded men .. two UN-DEFEATED men .. Although it seems like there's nothing on the line - that's FAR from the truth because with Shattered just around the corner, this could be one of the most IMPORTANT matches thus far .. for BOTH men. The Gore .. The Double Arm DDT - It's definitely got a lot writing on it, so tune into OVERLOAD this Thursday Night!

The camera switches from a fading "Wrestlemania Entertianment" logo and opens up on a clear and sunny day. Not too hot, not too cold. A slight breeze every now and then - the PERFECT day, so you'd say. Standing in front of this very camera, is Rhino, with his World Championship hanging over his right shoulder. Standing behind him and a bit to the left, is Vince Russo with his arms crossed. It isn't exactly clear as to where we're at; in fact, It's literally impossible to pin point a location. HOWEVER, there's no sign of anyone apart from our Champion and his manager. Looks like it has the making of a classic, vintage style "Manbeast" promo, huh?

RHINO: Luck. Ain't it the funniest thing, Trips? It can take you from being a big nosed and USELESS motherfucker .. to being yet again, a USELESS big nosed motherfucker .. in a position he quite frankly, shouldn't be in. Heh, I think you KNOW what I'm talking about. The Title Shot - you don't even DESERVE it fuckface. Booker T BEAT you. You were left high and dry with jack SHIT .. but being the manipulating cunt you are, you did the un-thinkable. You did what NO other bastard can do, and that's WORK your way to the top .. via Administration. It's not the first time either, is it big shot? You've pulled this little trick off a thousand fuckin' times .. but only this time - you're gonna be sent BACK to sittin' on your ass, watchin' ME prance around with The Championship STILL around MY waist .. after Shattered.

Rhino flashes a smirk; even a faint laugh.

RHINO: And that image .. That picture in your head, of seeing me still with THIS World Championship after Shattered EATS you alive, doesn't it? It fuckin' eats you away because YOU can't stand the fact that EVEN by kissin' Paul Heymans fuckin' ass, you STILL can't find a way to take MY gold away from MY shoulder. See - come Shattered, your luck is gonna be flushed down the fuckin' toilet. Last week, you beat me to a bloody pulp .. Yeah, I'll give you credit. You BEAT ME .. SENSELESS! Why? Because you had your little fucked up team - AS ALWAYS, backing you up. It's always BEEN that way too, hasn't it? First it was D-Generation X .. then you had Steve Austin .. and THEN you moved onto Evolution. Heh, what's the matter Trips? Can't play cards without 'em being shown to ya first? (Rhino Laughs) Next week - BE THERE. That's all you've gotta fuckin' do, Trips. Be there. I don't give a fuck if that means being CARRIED to the ring by The Dudley Boys, or if you've got Paul Heyman to ride you to the ring via his fuckin' DICK! BE THERE! I'm READY for your bullshit. ALL OF IT! Intereference. Cheap shots. I've got you up against the wall like PIN the fucking donkey .. and BELIEVE me, jackass .. What I'm gonna muster up for you at Shattered AIN'T gonna be pretty by ANY stretch of the imagination.

The camera slightly zooms out, allowing for a clearer view of Vince Russo.

VINCE RUSSO: My client has beaten you not ONCE, not TWICE .. but Hunter - THREE times. Rhino has slapped you around the ring like the insignificant piece of TRASH you truly are .. yet you're STILL missing the picture. You STILL haven't got the message. That Title? SEE IT! The shoulder it's on? SEE IT! Because you're gonna have to get used of it - it ain't leavin' for a LONG time to come baby.

RHINO: These little games you're continually playin' .. they count for JACK shit, Hunter. You're NOTHIN' but a fuckin' flappin' mouth and when the time's right .. when it's sound .. when I can HEAR the fans anticipate it .. I'LL RUN RIGHT THE FUCK THROUGH YOU! You're about milkin' the cow slowly - playin' MIND games .. You bring way to much bullshit to the table. I GET THE GOD DAMN JOB DONE, AND DONE QUICKLY! I DON'T fuck around .. So consider yourself in a WORLD of fuckin' trouble, Trips, cause come Shattered you're going to represent the name to PERFECTION! When I gore you, do you know what that means? I'll tell ya; it means your dreams are fuckin' SHATTERED into thousands upon thousands of in-repairable little PIECES!

The pair smirk, almost showing off a look of "pity" for Triple H.

VINCE RUSSO: And Booker T, we haven't forgotten about YOU and your little trick you pulled on Rhino last week.

RHINO: You know; you're lucky, in a way. You haven't got the spotlight on you .. which for the moment, might be the best thing for you. But at Shattered - it's all but the same thing for you, as it IS for Triple H. You wanna walk around protestin' about your racist bullshit? FUCK you. FUCK racism. This is Professional Wrestlin' Book; think I could give a fuck if you're white or black? I care about ONE thing. Black or white - I care about makin' sure EVERY time I step foot in that ring, I leave a battered and bruised, sorry son of a bitch LAYING .. in a POOL of his own fucking blood. THAT and this Championship; It's ALL I care about .. NOT the trash you come out with every time you show your god damn face.

The camera pans down to the feet of Rhino, and reveals several weapons including Barbed Wire, Steel Chairs, Ladders, Tables and so fourth. The camera quickly moves back up to Rhino's face again, as he begins speaking.

RHINO: I suppose you're probably sittin' back in your chair, wonderin' why the fuck am I surrounded by weapons? I'll give you a clue. It's all he depends on. It's ALL he truly is.

We are left dumbfounded as Rhino let's a few seconds pass by.

RHINO: Still clueless? Heh, you fuckers are stupider then I first imagined .. but hey, why be a BITCH and tease you like Triple H? I ain't here to preform a fuckin' tease; I set things out STRAIGHT. CACTUS JACK .. is the man in which I am referring to. The fuckface who relies on weaponary to inflict pain. The insane, fucked in the head MORON .. who actually believes, that he's Hardcore. Let me put it to ya this way, Jack; ANYONE can claim themselves to be fuckin' hardcore when you give them Babred Wire, A Steel Chair and whatever the fuckin' else that relates to being Extreme. ANYONE! Even that fat fuck Paul Heyman could proclaim himself to be Hardcore if you gave him a Ladder and told him to land on a table. What YOU are, is a pure .. and NOTHING ELSE .. but an Insane and Crazed MANIAC! You like to see yoursrlf bleed, huh? You like to FEEL pain? Heh, Lemme' tell ya .. you're gonna fuckin' LOVE this Thursday Night - cause you'll be in a shitload of pain and you'll be DROWNING in a river of your blood. But then again, you don't REALLY love pain, do ya? It's all just one shameful image for the big, useless fat piece of shit that deep down, you are. When you were a kid - you were picked on. Why? Cause you were too weak to ever fight back. Nothin's changed now pal, except for the fact that you finally grew a pair of balls to swing that first punch. That's all - but against me, that punch is gonna be worth what the L.A whores you've got runnin' around topless are.

VINCE RUSSO: If you're failing to calculate that, Cactus, then your offense counts for absolutely nothing. The thing is, whether you can admit to it or not .. a FACT is a FACT and you will ALWAYS be the Sports Entertainer. You'll NEVER be a professional wrestler - you ENTERTAIN, Foley. You jump off roofs; cages, ladders .. hell - you put your life at RISK. Why? Because you ain't got a brain, It's as SIMPLE as that. Nobody in their right mind pulls off stunts like you - NOBODY. But that right there, that's the difference between you and my client. You're specifically a Sports Entertainer by risking your body .. Rhino however, is a professional wrestler and ISN'T out there to entertain, Mick. He's out there to beat senseless fucks like you and heh, take it from me .. he gets paid damn well for doin' it.

Russo shruggs off a cocky chuckle, as Rhino keeps a straight and an intensified image.

RHINO: Barbed Wire - it ADDS to your little gimmick, don't it? It's what MAKES you along with numerous other fucked up weapons. You NEED this kinda shit to be Extreme.

Rhino stays silent for a few seconds but never once does he turn his attention away from the center of the camera.

RHINO: I .. DON'T! Know what I need? A fuckin' carcass. You provide that, Jack, and I'll make mince fuckin' MEAT outta you. I don't NEED weapons to make myself look like some bad motherfucker - YOU DO! Weapons involved with me are two ingredients that result in TOTAL Fucking IMPACT! But ya lucky Jack .. ya DEAD fuckin' lucky cause on Overload, It's just ME and you - ONE on ONE! NO weapons! But you can BET ya last god damn tooth, that YOU'RE the one who's gonna be layed out with not a HOPE in the world of gettin' back up. Think of me as a fuckin' Train - If you happen to be in my way, I'll run RIGHT .. THROUGH YOU! You ARE and WILL ALWAYS be that overweight sack of crap that got pushed around for bein' the kid that nobody gave a single shit about. To this day, these people - they don't CARE about you Jack. You entertain them that's all. But on Overload, you AIN'T gonna be entertainin' anythin' - not a SINGLE soul because I'll be mandhandling you from the MOMENT that god damn bell sounds. COUNT ON IT; you'll be FUCKED up worse than you already ARE once I'm finished with you. Heh, you can "Bang Bang" 'till you're blue in the face .. cause I ain't about to LOSE to some fuckin' reject; I'm The WORLD Champion for a reason, Jack. Do ya realize that? It's for takin' assholes like you to a WHOLE new level in professional wrestling. It's for takin' shit like this beyond the definition of EXTREME! That's WHY I'm The MAN to the f'n BEAST and THAT .. is why on Overload, you're gonna crumble like a fucking COOKIE! I know ya IQ is about as healthy as fucking cancer, so allow me to put it into simple terms, which even YOU can understand. (Rhino Pauses For A Moment) FEAR THE GORE ... and

VINCE RUSSO: And hope to holy hell you're left with at least one leg and one arm .. Haha.

RHINO: Might be the first you've heard of me, but I promise you Foley .. it WON'T BE THE LAST!

The camera pans out of a close-up shot of Rhino and eventually fades to the WME Logo, leaving us to anticipate what will be a classic blockbuster between two undefeated men - The World Heavyweight Champion .. and of course, Cactus .. JACK!