[The scene opens with the date: "Tuesday, October 23rd 2012." Rhyno was in a hotel room in St. Louis, he had gone there due to a meeting with creative staff, for some future projects lined up for the team of Rhyno and Christian. Sitting in front of his desk, on which there was a laptop, Rhyno was enthusiastically drinking another can of Pepsi, as 5 other cans can be seen behind the one he's drinking. Frustration is very clearly visible on the face of the man-beast, as he gets angry, punches the keyboard, picks up the can of pepsi and pours it on the computer. Suddenly Christian's voice is heard in the background, as he comes walking towards Rhyno.]
Christian: Are you serious, bro? It's like the fourth time you've done that this month! I am seriously thinking about taking your computer privileges.
Rhyno: I never got along with freaking technology, you know that! If it were up to me, everyone would still have antennas on their cellphones! I'm not like you, who's all about Twitter, and Youtube, and Facebook and technological shit like that!
Christian: Uhm... First of all, all the things you just said are web-sites, and social networks... Not "technological shit", as you call them. Second of all, monkeys have been taught to use computers faster than you can type a single word. I think the plot is starting to write real-life, and you're starting to take the Man-Beast thing too seriously!
[Rhyno took offense to that, and clenched his fists.]
Rhyno: Are you saying I'm dumber than a monkey?
Christian: Woah, easy big man, it was a joke! Although... I should be the one annoyed here!
Rhyno: What are you talking about, Christian?
Christian: Oh, you don't remember, Mr."I'll Gore everybody!" Let me jog your memory...
[Christian walked over to the T.V. and clicked on a taping that said "Gore." He pressed play, and Rhyno walked over to the couch and stood behind it, watching the television screen.]
Matt Striker: Well said, but, Rhyno, you are aware that had you won the title, you would have gone up against Christian, right?
Rhyno: Matty, if we would have faced each other, I can guarantee you one thing... Gore.
[Rhyno took a step back, the situation had become awkward just by the simple push of the "play" button.]
Christian: So... Gore, huh?
Rhyno: Uhm... My... mouth slipped?
Christian: Wow... what a frie--
Rhyno: You would have Speared me or Killswitched me, if it was the other way around!
Christian: NOO!! What? That is preposterous... I can't believe you'd say some...
Rhyno: See!? See?! Thank god we have an easy task this week, against Has-been and Has-beener, I just don't know which is which... Thank god Nash isn't with them, than we couldn't wrestle, we'd be busy laughing at the old jokes!
Christian: Now, now... Hogan and Hall are serious business-- HAHAHA!
[Christian couldn't finish his sentence, he didn't believe his own hype, and neither did Rhyno.]
Christian: Alright man, I know it's Wednesday, and we've got a lot of time but I don't like putting things off, our plane leaves in thirty minutes, let's go.
[And leave they did. On Tuesday, October 23rd of the year 2012, Christian and Rhyno boarded a plane that had set his route away from Saint Louis. At the time, little did they know what would happen the next day... Nothing was known by anybody, in fact, aside from that one lone gunman.]