The sound to the affect of 'Whoosh' is heard as the WME logo quickly flashes past the screen. The cameras begin rolling in an empty room, however, neatly laid out across an entire wooden table is the U.S.A flag. Placed directly in the middle of the flag is a photo of John Bradshaw Layfield smiling, with his navy blue suit on and his "cream color" cowboy hat. To the right of screen is Rhino, who is leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed. No Championship around his shoulder, nor waist line. No sight of Vince Russo either - just the American flag, the photo of John Bradshaw Layfield and Rhino.

Rhino: Natural Born Killer by fuckin' CHOICE. I told you from the very beginning AJ, that I'd cut you up like MINCE fucking MEAT! I told YOU, Mark JINDRAK, Sean O'HAIRE and the man clickin' his fingers for you fuckers .. Mike Sanders .. that I'd walk out the same way in which I fuckin' walked in. UN-DEFEATED! I made that promise to your NBT bullshit .. and JUST like EVERY other fucking week - I KEPT IT!

The intensity in the tone of Rhino's voice is immense, and is replayed in your mind for seconds after - even though the guy has taken a few moments pause.

Rhino: Bein’ the stupid motherfucker he is, Sanders tried to put AJ Styles and Mark Jindrak a step ahead of me with the Royal Rumble match only just around the corner. Nice try Mike .. but you ain't pullin' the fuckin' wool over my eyes. I saw your shit comin' from a MILE away - I EXPECTED you to come out and try to save your little BITCH from gettin' decimated before The Royal Rumble. You did what any man in his RIGHT mind would – you attempted to SAVE AJ Styles from being FINISHED before Royal Rumble. After all, you wouldn’t want to make a fucking FOOL out of yourself, would ya Mike? Imagine it. If you hadn’t of tried to do anythin’ about it, you’d of been out lookin’ for a fuckin’ replacement right now .. but luckily enough for your sake, for AJ STYLES sake, you aren't. Though you did contribute to my victory, and that I must thank you for .. though, really, Mike - the help ain't fuckin' needed. Haha.

Rhino releases an evil crackle, that only lasts for the perfect few seconds.

Rhino: Every single ONE of you cunts have been thrown at me. Jindrak - beat 'em .. O'Haire - beat 'em .. and as you all were a witness to on Overload this past week - AJ Styles .. like the rest .. BEATEN! I'll spell that out for ya, Mikey. ALL of your fuckin' men .. BEATEN! DOWNED! FUCKIN' GORED!! What MORE proof do you fucking need, to say that you ain't takin' away from me the World Championship? I've knocked down EVERY fucking name under the god DAMN sun and STILL .. still Mike, you're not convinced. Or maybe - maybe you're trying to believe the UNbelievable. Maybe you can't handle the truth - that the natural born fuckfaces and every OTHER single solitary cunt can't hold their ground once they're put in that SAME ring as ME! Not ONE! Yet .. you're still trying. Trying to find the un-findable. Trying to find SOMEONE; ANYONE that can bring me down .. Haha .. and I like that, Mike. I like EVERY fuckin' thought of that.

That same sadistic laughter is released once more time, this time around - a little longer than the last.

Rhino: I'll tell ya why I like your idea of tryin' to find someone to bring me down. I like it - 'cause no matter HOW far you fuckin' dig .. you .. ain't gonna find SHIT! You can dig to fucking AFRICA, Mike - hell, you might come across a couple of Skeletons .. maybe a few fuckin' rats .. but besides that, you're gonna be left jack SHIT! Why? WHY, MIKE? Ha-ha-ha .. Because there is nobody .. nobody, that can do the job you want done. For as LONG as I'm breathing, I'm gonna CONTINUE to knock down every fuckin' object you lay out in front of me. It's like Ten Pin Bowling, Sanders .. I keep knockin' every cunt down, you keep bringin' up new ones .. but .. but Mike - sooner or later, you're gonna run OUT of assholes. Soon you ain't gonna have a fucker LEFT to put in the ring with me, and that .. the THOUGHT of that .. makes me hope you bring on EVERYTHING you've got. Every LAST damn CENT of it - bring it .. because when this is all said and done, when the dust has cleared and reality is to be seen once and for all ... Haha ... then you WILL be left with the sight of a MANBEAST .. and ON that fucking Manbeast, will STILL BE that WORLD Championship that you've dreaded for SO long, to change hands. I'd feel sorry for you - but quite frankly, watching you fall from such heights is fucking enjoyable.

He flashes a dark and evil grin; one that you'd expect to see out of a brilliantly produced horror movie. Quickly, that smirk fades - the straight face staring right into the camera, seeming a 'change of direction'.

Rhino: Though, this week is slightly different in comparison with my past few months here. Overload holds the hopes and dreams for one American by the name of John Bradshaw Layfield. A man who prides himself on being the mirror image of this fucking country, and quite frankly .. If I'm tell you the whole truth and nothin' but it .. then I'll tell you, that this fuckwit needs to be slapped around 'till his blue in the face. John, you listenin'? I could give two SHITS about your fucking PLANS for America. I run this motherfucker, NOT you .. NOT Mike Sanders - ME! If I want somethin' to be fuckin' done, rest assure .. IT WILL BE DONE! And unfortunately for the sake of your self, John, I want you to be gone .. I want you to be fucking CRUSHED .. and there is NO better way than to do that with your hopes and dreams right in front of your eyes .. but that? That's as CLOSE as you're EVER going to get, because I'm gonna piss ALL over your fuckin' dreams .. ALL over your hopes .. and leave you with NOTHING but your big fuckin' cowboy hat.

This time, Rhino stays straight faced with an intense glare into the center of our camera.

Rhino: See, I might not be in your list of "Dream America" .. but that name justifies what the fuck it's all about. A fantasy. It's YOUR dream of America, that you didn't have assholes like ME livin' in it, takin' all the glory away from failures like you. But that's ALL it is - a fuckin' DREAM. Each week I see you tryin' to pick out flaws. Last week you told O'Haire that his in-experience would cost him .. and tell me, Layfield, what the fuck happened? HE BEAT YOU! Sean O'Haire - the cunt I fuckin' downed a few weeks ago, beat YOU. Heh .. and now, you think you can wave your fuckin' cowboy hat away and tell me I won't be apart of America? Let me tell ya somethin', John. It's people like you .. FUCK-FACES LIKE YOU .. who are makin' this country what it IS. Not The United States of America .. but the United States DISGRACE!

Rhino allows the heat off his last comment wear off before proceeding.

Rhino: Yeah, you heard right John. This country - it's a fucking disgrace, and why? Because of assholes like you tryin' to be the god damn president.

A shake of the head.

Rhino: Think you're big cause you've got a litle fucking Apprentice running around you in cirlces? Think you're big cause you're wearing a suit, cause you wave the flag of this country? Cut me a break Layfield, you ain't nothin' but another statistic and you can lay every last penny you've fuckin' got on ya, that you ain't gettin' a Title Shot at Crash N' Burn. Hell, you might BE a 100% American .. but drillin' a hole right fucking through you is gonna be put down to exactly what you say; Just Business. Though, I'll warn you just like I have everyone else. If you choose to step up to the plate, if you choose to try and model this fuckin' world into your own hands then you're gonna be sadly mistaken and the ONLY way you'll smokin' those fucking cigars will be out of your ASS!

A look of confusion is planted across Rhino's face as he begins to speak.

Rhino: What I can't understand, is how you go from bein' a drunk fuck to a man in a suit usin' fancy fuckin' words. How'd ya make the change, John? Did ya ring Alcoholics Anonymous? Or are ya LIVIN' your American Dream of bein' the TRUE American Kiss Ass? I'll tell ya; you make me SICK to the very depths of my god damn STOMACH! In The America of JBL, you MIGHT be successful. In reality .. JBL is a fucking Kindergarten Kid in a College. A man CAN dream .. but you're too thick to see that all the utter SHIT comin' out of your mouth is NEVER gonna be a reality. What've you DONE to become successful, John? Make a few more dollars? Hire yourself a fuckin' slave? What about holding the most PRESTIGIOUS Belt in Sports Entertainment. Have you done that, Layfield? NO! YOU HAVEN'T, YOU SON OF A BITCH!! I can see PAST this fucking gimmick you've got .. me? LOOK AT ME, LAYFIELD. IS THIS A GIMMICK? IS THIS MADE TO BELEIVE BULLSHIT!? NO! IT'S ME SENDIN' YOU A FUCKING MESSAGE; Wake UP! Realize this; I run this fucking shit. I determine what HAPPENS and what DOESN'T, and what's gonna HAPPEN is that your fuckin' SHIT about a JBL America is about to flushed DIRECTLY DOWN the TOILET! (Pause) You wanna flash your money around like you've got it growin' on trees? Fine. Do that. Do that ALL you please but when the time comes to grow a pair of fuckin' balls, to tackle the biggest mountain you've EVER attempted to climb .. then, John Layfield .. we'll see how much of a fuckin' IDOL you really are. THEN we'll see if your mouth lives up to its words, but make no mistake about it .. you might get close .. you might get damn near within an INCH of your fuckin' LIFE to winning .. but when you reach that moment, when you can SMELL the benefits of Crash N Burn .. Haha .. Then, JBL .. I'll GORE!! GORE!!! GOOORRRRREEEE!

By now Rhino is standing right in front of the camera and is losing his cool, punching the wall REPEATEDLY. Once he's finished, the camera reveals the three holes that he's made, as the veins pop out of Rhinos head like you've never seen before.

Rhino: You can't HANDLE The Beast just like you can't handle the TRUTH. America is becomin' MORE of a disgrace each and EVERY single day .. and the blame can only be shifted onto fucks like you, Layfield.

Rhino devilishly looks down upon the Flag and the photo of John Bradshaw Layfield. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box of matches with a sick laugh - what the fuck has he got in mind?

Rhino: If you look at the small picture, you'll see that the fault for this .. is mine. But John, if you take a look at the BIGGER picture you'll be enlightened to the fact that this is ALL on your hands. What is about to happen is because of YOU! .. So as those fuckin' Canadians say .. Blame YOURSELF!

What in the holy hell? .. God no. Rhino is setting the American Flag ALITE! What the HELL? A sick grin plastered from ear to ear, as the Flag slowly begins to burn away .. AS DOES the photo of John Bradshaw Layfield!!

Rhino: God Bless nothin'. FUCK America. FUCK you. I care about TWO things, John. Myself. My Title. Why love a country? Because it supplies me with food? BULLSHIT! I put my OWN food on the table. I pay the bills and as it is Layfield, I make Lunch out of fuckwits like you every single WEEK. You're no different; NO fucking different. On Overload, you'll see WHY I am THE-E professional wrestler. Why I am THE-E Real Deal, THE-E BIG F'N DEAL .. But more importantly Mr. Fucking America, you'll realize that when you step inside of a ring with me .. you're locked in .. locked inside of an in-escapable CAGE! And you ain't gonna fuckin' like it John, not ONE single bit .. but you WILL however come to

This is SICK! Absolutely SICK!! Rhino holds the burning United States Of America flag up to the camera, as the JBL Photo finally burns over and falls to the ground for Rhino to stmap his foot on. A sick, SICK grin is turned into a form of maniacal laughter.

Rhino: By takin' Overload up, you're putting yourself in a predicament which involves a one way road .. and that road is headin' straight down to fuckin' no where. Haha .. and just as this piece of SHIT flag, John .. your hopes .. your dreams .. your poor excuse of a FUCKING career .. will slowly .. SLOWLY .. BURN ... AWAY!!

Rhino continues to hold the burning Flag right up in front of the camera as the scene fades up to the Wrestlemania Entertainment Logo, which only seconds after, translates to a pure black screen.