Strange sounds can be heard - yelling and screaming, to be precise. Though don't be fooled, for they're not the type of sounds from within the bedroom. Our camera pans over the blue sky as we begin to realize that we're in the middle of a redneck bar, located somewhere in Texas. Inside people shooting pool, smoking and of course drinking their beer down fluently like only rednecks can. Their accent is much as you'd come to expect; loud and noticeable. The camera shifts down, exposing the footwear which the men and women have. No shoes. No fancy heels. Just cowboy and cowgirl boots. Along with that, hick music is playing in the background along with a riding mechanical bull where it seems a Cowboy is doing "battle".

Cowboy: YEEEEEHAH!! YEEHAH! YOU GO BOAH!

He manages to hold on for a few seconds longer, which begins to reduce the surrounding people to clapping and shouting.

Cowboy: WOOO! DIS IS A REEEEL AMERICAN RIGHT HERE! YEEEEEHAH!!

Practically instantly after he stops talking, he's thrown right off the mechanical bull and is sent flying into a crowd of people. Suddenly, the scene begins to cut out .. only to re-appear seconds later, though this time staring right into the face of Rhino.

Rhino: You're no stranger to ridin' bulls yourself, right John? After all .. before you came the rich fuck in the suit, you were once the little guy in a town of fucking rednecks. You were once the brainless bastard hangin' onto his dear life .. and now, that same procedure is repeated .. only you're not quite the fuckin' cowboy you were, which by all means - only puts you in an even worse position.

The footage of the Cowboy falling off the mechanical bull is repeated another three times, the last which is on slow motion to clear any doubt from any mind that there may be. Once again, we cut back to Rhino; a sadistic grin planted right across his entire face.

Rhino: Don't sit there askin' yourself why I'm showin' you this, Layfield. Don't sit there, ON your fucking ass like you always do and pretend that this has no meaning. You KNOW that for everything action I take, every word I speak .. there is a MEANING behind it. See, I'm not like you. I don't speak bullshit and try to cover it up. I speak the truth; the WHOLE fucking truth .. and the thing is John, just like this asshole took a dive off that mechanical bull .. on Overload .. your god damn CAREER is gonna take its final dive .. and your remains will be left for the waiting Vultures that scavenge the area. So think about it Layfield. As I'm shining my World Title you'll be gettin' picked at by a flock of fucking birds.

The faintest of laughs.

Rhino: I understand the ramifications if you win .. but John, it's simple; you WON'T win. You can dream about your America, about beating myself to a bloody fucking pulp and capturin' my World Title at Crash N Burn, but it's ALL in your mind. It's ALL psychological. No - I'm not saying anything to the affect of you're strong minded. You're WEAK minded; weak to the fact that you can't accept the TRUTH. You can't grasp the idea of you seeing an opportunity being taken away from right in front of your own fucking eyes. Your beliefs are merely a fucking FANTASY and for as long as you choose to click your fingers for your fucking Apprentice, sit on your ass, wear suits and kiss dollar bills then I'm afraid you're on a ONE WAY ROAD to feelin' .. and FEARIN' THE GORE!!

Rhino rubs his hands together with his breathing beginning to intensify by the second.

Rhino: I know you love it when you're successful in a plan, but I think your record speaks for itself when I say your plans ain't the tastiest thing in the fuckin' world. Mine, though? Ha-ha .. should I even care to remind you? Surely you'd know Layfield, that I'm a man of DOMINANCE. Of POWER. Of BRAINS. A man with the WHOLE fucking package, and that ain't somethin' that a redneck motherfucker like YOU can even dare to compete with. You WERE a failure, so you changed drastically to erase that image of bein' the fat cunt who wore a Cowboy Hat, Cowboy Boots, carried a piece of rope from the god damn two dollar shop and ended up on the floor with twenty bottles of fucking BEER surrounding you every time it hit eight o'clock. Finally, after ALL those years you got SICK and TIRED of bein' the laughing stock .. you got TIRED of bein' that useless motherfucker with an accent .. and you got sick and tired Layfield, of gettin' your ass handed to you every night for NO profit whatsoever. NONE! FUCKING ZILCH! So, you made that change .. the transformation from Bradshaw to John Bradshaw Layfield, but just like your name .. you'll ALWAYS be that same Bradshaw .. and on Overload this Thursday Night, I'm gonna fuckin' expose that to EACH and EVERY single individual that has their little eyes locked on in to the damn Television screen. COUNT ON IT, LAYFIELD, BECAUSE I AIN'T A MAN OF FALSE CLAIMS!

This time around, the footage is focused on the logo of MSNBC which ironically, is where John Bradshaw Layfield used to work for a short period of time. Suddenly, we are greeted with the whisper of a voice over as the camera slowly pans from left to right across the entire MSNBC logo.

Voice Over: Money is green. Green is a color, but money .. is life.

The scene returns once again to the sight of Rhino.

Rhino: Bringing back any memories, John?

Another quick and short lived flash of the MSNBC logo.

Rhino: Is ya brain startin' to think back at all when you proved to the world how American you really are? Your conception didn't exactly go according to the fucking plan, did it Layfield? You pulled out a stunt; a ridicules stunt, and you were givin' marching orders of your fucking own. Haha, you DO know what I'm talking about right? The House Show in Germany. That trick you pulled; remember it, Layfield? You got your ass kicked out the fucking door straight after it .. but rightfully so, because really .. what true American would mimic the Hitler march and the sieg heil? Why, John? To impress people? To be recognized? Well, you did a fucking good job of that, didn't ya? You were from then on recognized as the stupid fucker to commit mirror image acts of Adolf Hitler which got you fired from MSNBC .. Haha, and I've gotta say; that's fuckin' hilarious, why? Because it backs up your stupidity to an absolute tee. You couldn't conceive the law of a country outside of the circle you live in and you allowed your stupidity to get the best of you, and that my friend ... that'll lead to your inevitable demise this Thursday Night, when you ONCE again display the inadequate LACK of fucking thinking that goes on inside your minute brain.

The MSNBC logo quickly flashes past your screens again, before re-appearing on the terms of sadistic smirking.

Rhino: You were given responsibility and you went and you did what a Texan ALWAYS does. You FUCKED up, Layfield, just like the direction you're heading down at this specific moment by taking up the task of fighting a losing battle. To BE The Champion, responsibility is NEEDED .. the type of responsibility you don't have a fucking CLUE of. They say that MONEY is the root of all evil .. I beg to differ .. for you're merely a fraud. Not evil; not rich. You're inside of the American dream, as you fuckin' put it .. and that's how it'll say, a dream, because you'll never be that rich motherfucker with everything. You'll never BE the best and you'll never BE the one to jump over my hurdle, quite simply .. because it's too high for your standards, Layfield. I'm on an entire different LEVEL of professional wrestling - a level which you can't even reach if you were on fucking STILTS.

Evil, ear ringing laughter can be heard echoing.

Rhino: MSNBC. My oh FUCKING my. You were on top of the world John. You couldn't seem to shut the fuck up about your all new high paying news broadcasting occupation for the first two weeks of its existence. And then what? .. THEN WHAT?! YOU FUCKED UP, JOHN, THAT'S WHAT! YOU FUCKED UP A GOOD THING! IT'S ALL YOUR GODDAMN FAULT JOHN, HOW'S IT FEEL?! HOW'S IT FUCKING FEEL?!?!

Intense and dead set serious eyes locked right in on the camera.

Rhino: Your John Bradshaw Layfield gimmick is an attempt to blind people. Though, I see past the money .. past the layer of SHIT you throw out. You were on a trip down hate fuckin' boulevard 'till ya decided to tell everyone how much you loved America .. about how it's YOUR America. Don't ya think, Layfield, that if it WERE your America then you'd of already been SHOT fucking DEAD? After all, I'm sure those with capable devices and regular eye sight wouldn't refrain themselves from doing so. You know that deep down, you're still that drunk fuck that nobody gives a shitabout. You and I BOTH know that you're the "False Miracle Story" of how you changed into a better man. A respectable man. Haha. Cut me the fucking crap John, you're no different from that piss ant cowboy you were and on Overload I'm gonna put the spotlight .. the limelight on the both of us. Not for my benefit; but for yours .. for you'll have no where to run, to gimmick to hide under when I bust you open for that real piss weak cunt you ARE. Don't like it, John? Afraid? Trembling? Heh, I knew you would be .. but after Overload, you'll see it from my perspective. You'll see the TRUTH; what you've been hiding from all long, but you won't be able to escape it on Thursday Night. Nah. It's comin', FACE to fucking FACE and you can do NOTHING but FEAR THE GORE .. and hope to the depths of your grandfathers grave, that you avoid ..

Zoomed right in, getting a close up shot of Rhino's in-tensed face.

Rhino: But your chances of that happening are as bright as your brain .. which means Layfield, the upmost worst for you. I'm America's BIG F'N Deal ..

He softly whispers.

Rhino: And I approve of this motherfucker .. Haha. See ya soon John.

Rhino picks up his World Championship and slaps it over his shoulder before walking away, leaving the scene to fade to black.