[The scene opens with Rhyno backstage at Warfare alongside Todd Grisham, who is visibly intimidated by the presence of the man-beast at his side. Rhyno wears the usual singlet, and looks into the camera with his eyes wide open, seething as always.]

Todd Grisham: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with Rhyno, who has been really absent these past weeks, not to mention, awfully quiet. How do you explain your silence?

Rhyno: I don’t. I don’t owe any explanations, nor does anybody deserve them. As a matter of fact, I don’t even know why I agreed to do this interview in the first place. You’re not worthy of my time. EBWF isn’t worthy of my time. Christian isn’t worthy of my time. That Hardy guy isn’t even worth my Latin.

[A blond, less large figure appears behind Rhyno, without him knowing. The crowd tells it’s Christian, and begins cheering.]

Rhyno: You’re telling me that this week I have to go face to face with a guy who is more worried whether or not he still has a full fridge, than whether or not he will still have a full body at the end of the day? If I went over to that other place, you’d think I’d be treated like this? No! EBWF wants to paint me as an irrational monster that is only good for smashing people, when I am a whole lot more than that! I...

Christian: Wouldn’t be here, if it wasn’t for Christian

Rhyno: Says the guy who owes his career’s fame to Edge. What are you doing here, Blondie?

Christian: Can’t a guy watch his friends fight?

Rhyno: Friends? You must’ve forgotten what I...

Christian: Yeah, Matty and I go way back!

Rhyno: What is this, some sort of petty payback?

Christian: No... A petty payback would be... I don’t know, maybe causing you to lose later tonight; or maybe... slapping you across the face right now, would be just as petty.

Rhyno: What are you waiting for? Do it!

[Rhyno takes a step forward, challenging Christian. The challenge goes unanswered, as Christian turns around and walks away. Rhyno clenches his fists and looks ready to attack Christian, but decides not to, knocking the microphone from Todd Grisham’s hand and holding it, himself as he looks into the camera, with his hair all messed up, and his mouth seething again.]

Rhyno: Is this what you want? You want an angry, irrational man-beast?! You want sheer and pure destructive power?! Someone who cares less for the consequences and more for the action’s immediate impact?! IS IT?! For you, Christian, Matt, EBWF, and every single one in that crowd, IF THAT IS WHAT IS WANTED, then too bad!

[Surprisingly enough, Rhyno recomposes himself.]

Rhyno: I’m tired of giving you what you want. I’m done pandering to ungrateful bastards who only want a chant to repeat over and over again. This week, you won’t be given the chance. The Gore is hereby, and from now on, retired! Matt, you keep repeating the words “I will not die.” That’s an awfully positive philosophy, for you, and I really hope it turns out to work. I don’t want you to die, Matt. When we meet in that ring, I won’t want to kill you. All I’ll want to do is put you through waves of pain so tortuous and excruciating, that you’ll WANT to die! I won’t stand here and promise you a good match, I promise you pain, and I promise you defeat. I wonder if... I wonder if your good pal Christian will visit you in the Hospital, once I torture you for as long as I please.

[Rhyno begins laughing maniacally, and walks away still loudly laughing, ending the scene.]