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!

Our scene opens up on a beautiful, sunny day where the men wear shorts and the women where mini-skirts - but that is irrelevant to the situation in which we've got sitting right in front of us. Sitting on a wooden chair back to front, leaning on the chair's back piece is Rhino with his World Championship fitted around his preferred shoulder; his right one. Vince Russo is kicked back on a black leather couch, relaxing every single bone that is structures his figure. His eyes are about half shut, almost ready to fade off - so to speak. Rhino however, is staring directly at the camera with his hair hanging over the majority of his face.

RHINO: The faces .. of foley. Big .. FUCKIN' .. deal. Do you think you deserve MY respect because you've managed to pull off countless number of fucked up gimmicks? Huh? Is that supposed to impress me? Is it Foley? 'Cause I'll tell ya now; it doesn't .. in fact, it makes me pity you. See - I've got you figured out. You've got Mick Foley. Mankind. Dude Love. Cactus Jack. NONE of which you're satisified with. Why? I'll tell you fuckin' why. Cause no matter HOW hard you try, Foley, you'll ALWAYS be a FAILURE! ALWAYS! You were BORN a failure .. you were BRED a failure .. and even after all these fuckin' personalities and attempts to be someone else; you're STILL that same failure you've always been. Ain't that hilarious?

Russo chips in with fake laughter. Rhino stays poised, not even budging a smirk or a sign of one.

RHINO: IT'S NOT FUNNY, FOLEY! It's fucking PATHETIC! WHEN is the message gonna reach your brain, huh? WHEN are you finally gonna realize you're a useless sack of crap? When, Mick? After I beat you senseless? Will you THEN come to terms with reality?

In the background you can make out the embarrassment of Vince Russo, who is trying his damndest to pretend he never laughed.

RHINO: Facts are facts, Mick .. ya can't fuckin' change 'em. You can keep hiding behind all the gimmicks but at the end of the day - the solution to this shit is ME erasing you out of the fuckin' company .. and rest assured, I'll do EXACTLY that.

VINCE RUSSO: Do you think he's really lying, Jack? Huh? How do you THINK he became the World Champion. Do you actually THINK .. that my client became the Champion from lying? NO! HE DIDN'T! He became The Champ for slapping bitches like you around the ring week in, week out. It's how business went down in ECW .. and it's how business goes down RIGHT HERE .. in W-M-E!

RHINO: You can try and twist and turn this motherfucker out to be somethin' it's not but the fact of this bullshit is that I'm sitting before you as The CHAMPION whilst you're stuck on your ass with nothin' but past glory to live off. You THINK you're Hardcore .. you THINK you're Extreme - the reality is Jack, you ain't nothin but an overgrown sack of crap whose days of professional wrestling are LONG gone. You AIN'T extreme; not ONE fuckin' bit. You're INSANE. You haven't GOT a brain; you're sporting an IQ which is compareable to a tweleve year olds .. but should I expect anything better from you, Foley? You've taken more hits to the fucking head then you've given out .. of course it's gonna come back to fuck you up; and it has. It's put your life right now in the hands of me; in the hands of a MAN to the F'N BEAST! And I'm not a friendly man, Jack .. I too, am your sadistical and rotten bastard. But the difference between me and you is that I'm only just warmin' up. You've seen your days; you've HAD your glory .. but now? IT'S OVER! And I'm gonna finally rest your fuckin' soul when I put you out of BUSINESS! When I RIP you the FUCK apart!

Rhino violently flicks his hair out of his face. Rhino pulls out a photo from his back pocket and shows it to the camera with a grin across his face.

VINCE RUSSO: Nick Foley, huh?

RHINO: Never thought I'd pull out this one, did ya? (Rhino Grins) Haven't changed ONE single bit, have ya? Still that same lookin' fucker you've always been. Only here was when your failure in the industry began. You thought you'd go and call yourself Nick Foley - but you found out pretty quickly that it just wasn't workin', right? You realized that Nick Foley was a piece of fuckin' garbage that people were already looking to throw in the tip .. so you changed. The next time you showed your face in the REAL shit, you appeared as Mankind. What a fuck up that was, wasn't it Foley? Just like previous gimmicks you tried .. it turned out to be yet again .. a failure.

The Manbeast pulls out a new photo; this time, of "Mankind".

RHINO: Look at ya. Try tellin' me that's not a sight of a man of shame. A fucking tuxedo; why? Because you were trying your abanded little heart out for attention from Vince McMahon, wern't ya, you fuckin' wimp. You were CRYING out for help because let's face it - NOBODY gave two drops of PISS about you. Nobody CARED that you felt like shit for all your life; NOBODY. Everyone saw you for what that gimmick really was. A cry for sympothy, and yeah you fuckin' got it for a while .. but in the end, you finally realized yet AGAIN that it just didn't change the fact you were nothin'. A Nobody. So what'd you do? Change .. AGAIN. Heh, you really are one sad motherfucker.

Once again, Rhino reaches into his pocket and pulls out another photo. This time, the photo is of the "Dude Love" gimmick.

Vince Russo shakes his head, looking disgusted by the photo.

VINCE RUSSO: It's a good thing that after Thursday Night, you aren't ever gonna be able to walk again .. because I think you've made enough of a fool out of yourself, wouldn't you think?

Russo and Rhino smirk evily.

RHINO: Dude Love. Finally, you got somethin' you wanted. Attention. Why? Cause no other fucker had the balls and the lack of BRAINS to pull off something as fucking STUPID as that. A Hippy. A man who wanted Peace in a wrestling business. Who the FUCK were you trying to kid, Foley? Sure, you strung along a couple of fucking sluts. FINALLY. It brought a new look to professional wrestling, I'll give ya that much. You shocked us ALL by this trick ya pulled off but ultimately, it wasn't what you wanted. You didn't WANT to be known as some fuckin' pussy who protested peace and hung out with a few whores .. Nah .. you WERN'T that type of person and there wasn't a way you could hold yourself back from trying once again as your true gimmick. The REAL you. The ONLY you. Dude Love was an image that fucked up because you couldn't place your hands where you wanted 'em; Nah, I'm not talkin' about the bases on a slut. I'm talkin' about that World Heavyweight Championship. You couldn't get your hands on that, no matter HOW hard you tried .. So you returned. YOU came back. You brought back the one gimmick that truly represented you; a fucked up crazed man. Cactus .. Jack!

This time, Rhino pulls out a photo of indeed that gimmick and shows it to the camera.

RHINO: Yeah, you WERE one tough motherfucker back in your hay day as Cactus Jack .. but the thing is, you AREN'T that man anymore. You're overweight; you're insane. That's ALL. The man in this photo AIN'T you but this GIMMICK has been allowed to live for far too long. The Cactus Jack image SHOULD of died when Triple H ended it .. but it didn't. You brought your fat ass out of fuckin' forced retirement, but I'll do the right thing on Overload. I'LL SEND YOU BACK TO RETIREMENT .. And you WON'T ever show your god damn face AGAIN, because Jack, I'm gonna HUMILIATE you in front of the WORLD. I'm gonna show bitches like YOU .. bitches like Booker T and Triple H - that I AM THE BEST THIS INDUSTRY HAS TO OFFER! This Championship - it MEANS that I'm the bastard who SELLS out event after event. It means I'M the man you all wanna be .. but make NO mistake about it, NOBODY .. will EVER be the man that I am. You WERE hardcore at one point in time Cactus, but you NEEDED toys. You NEEDED equipment. I've told you already; I NEED HUMAN FUCKING FLESH .. TO BE EXTREME! And on Overload, I've got YOURS! And rest assured, I'm gonna drive you right outta the fuckin' COUNTRY with a Gore that's gonna leave you seein' stars for fuckin' EVER! .. Haha, and ALL of these faces. From Nick Foley, to Mankind, to Dude Love, to MICK Foley .. to Cactus Jack .. I'm gonna piss every last ONE of 'em down the toilet, and that shirt you wear. Wanted Dead Or Alive? I want you to choose. Dead or Alive; you're gonna bow down and BE my fuckin' bitch 'cause I AM The REAL DEAL! I PASSED YOUR HARDCORE STATUS WHEN I WAS TEARING APART EVERY MOTHERFUCKER TO STEP IN AN ECW RING! I did that then, Foley .. and now - I'm carvin' my name in stone as Wrestlemania Entertianment's FINEST prodigy. Heh. Think you've got the balls to stop me? Think a-fucking-gain because you ain't stoppin' me, jack. I'm on a one way road to greatness and you're staring down the barrel of a beatdown I'm never gonna let you forget. Cactus Jack - you don't have to fear me .. but there's no two ways about it, because you WILL ..