Shot opens outside of the Philips Arena, located, Atlanta, Georgia. Time is around 3:35PM, on a very beautiful, sunny afternoon. All month the news around the great city of Hotlanta, is none other than No Mercy Wrestling; NMW making it's grand debut in that very arena. Much as Atlanta was the home turf of the desceased, may it rest in peace World Championship Wrestling, so too will it be the home of one of the most anticipated promotions in the entire industry; No Mercy Wrestling. A black '98 Dodge Viper appears from the road, screeching in to the Philips Arena. The car screeches to an immediate hault directly outside of the back entrance to the arena, making the tires on the car smoke on impact. The engine is cut off and the door opens, revealing the face of the man beast, the gore machine himself, none other than RHYNO. Tha beast steps out of the car with a black duffel bag draped behind his shoulder, and makes his way towards the back entrance when a security guard approaches him with a fake smile on his face towards him. Rhyno looks up to the sky and bites his lip. He shakes his head and lets out a slight chuckle, before looking back down to the guard with a fake smile, right back at him

-][-'THA MAN BEAST' Rhyno-][- Why... Hello, 'sir'. May I... Help you?

-][-'JERK-OFF' Security-][- Yes sir. I'm gonna need to check your bags. Recently with the war going on in Iraq, we at all times must be extremely cautious of foreigners bringing in foreign objects such as Anthrax, or even a bomb.

-][-'THA MAN BEAST' Rhyno-][- Anthrax..? Foreigner..? What the fuck's wrong with you?! I'm from Detroit mother fucker.. Not, Iran or whatever..

-][-'JERK-OFF' Security-][- Sir it's about your nationality not your birthplace. I understand that you're an american citizen, but you could of gotten that illegally after all.. Don't think I'am not aware of the illegal activities the iraquies go through.

-][-'THA MAN BEAST' Rhyno-][- Wait, waaait.. Haha.. You think I'm from Iraq don'tchu?!

-][-'JERK-OFF' Security-][- Sir you just stated that you're from Michigan, was that a lie? Have you been caught in your own lie sir? YES YOU HAVE! HIT THE FLOOR YOU DIRTY PAKI!

The security guard tries taking down Rhyno with a college football tackle, but Rhyno just stands there and looks down at the man pushing away with all his might. This sends Rhyno in to a frenzy of laughter. The man scratches his head and looks up at him, rather confused.

-][-'JERK-OFF' Security-][- W..Wh...What are you laughing at? WHAT'S FUNNY!?!?

-][-'THA MAN BEAST' Rhyno-][- ......

Rhyno pushes past the guard and continues to head on in to the arena back door. The guard tries to stop him, but, obviously thinks better than to do something of such stupidity.. As well as ignorance. Rhyno makes his way around a couple of corridors till he finds a room marked 'Male Locker Room'. Rhyno nods and pushes the door open, and steps in. He goes by such faces as the Road Dogg Jesse James, Billy Kidman, and the Crippler.. Chris Benoit.. a former partner, from a former promotion. Rhyno and Chris both see each other, and nod their heads towards one another. He then continues making his way to the very back of the locker room, in the right hand corner of the locker room. Rhyno drops his bag, and sits down on one of the golden brown, wooden locker room seats, as he begins scanning the room of it's inhabitants.

-][-'THA MAN BEAST' Rhyno-][- Hmmmm... I look around this room... And I see many, many things... But what's the fuckin' point? Why did I even come here? Sure it has people.. But this shit, it just isn't my style... I don't play like this... I don't play like anyone else.. except like the boys back in ECW did. Those were the days... The REAL days... What the hell am I even doing here, if I'm not gonna fit in? Hmm.. Maybe... Maybe I'll MAKE myself fit in! No no.. That'd be a bit tooooo... forceful? Fuck... I have no clue.... UNLESS...

Rhyno, along with his thoughts are interupted by seeing two footsteps appear on the floor. Rhyno was looking down, and all he can see are two black, polished armani shoes and the bottom of gray pants. He slowly moves his head upwards to reveal the NMW chairman himself, Vince McMahon standing at before him. Vince extends his hand at Rhyno, Rhyno just looks at it in disgust.

-][-'SATAN HIMSELF' Vince McMahon-][- Hello there, Terry... No now, before you do something a little hasty, I wanted you to know, I'm not here to argue with you. I'm simply here, to extend the olive branch. That's right. Bury the hatchet! I know you still have bad blood towards me for what I did to your old promotion; ECW, but hell it wasn't my fault. It wasn't MY fault that Mr. Paul E. Heyman, tried to compete with something that was far superior to him, do you agree?

-][-'THA MAN BEAST' Rhyno-][- Vince... FUCK YOU!

Vince's eyes widen with a look of hate towards Rhyno. He squats down and stares Rhyno dead in the face.

-][-'SATAN HIMSELF' Vince McMahon-][- LOOK, YOU SHORT, FAT LITTLE SON OF A BITCH! I don't give a DAMN who you were back in Extreme Championship Wrestling, and, frankly, I don't give a damn who you were in World Wrestling Entertainment! Do ya know WHY, Terry? Huh, do ya, 'Rhyno'? Because this is No Mercy Wrestling, and HERE, IT'S A CLEAN SLATE! Do you know what that means Rhyno? It means that me and you can go one of two directions. The first one has GOT to be, me and you.. We can be, friends... Yeah Rhyno, real..good..friends. But, if you choose the other way.. We can be real..good..ENEMIES! Do you get me you son of a bitch?! Now.. Whatddya say Terry? Friends? Or enemies?

-][-'THA MAN BEAST' Rhyno-][- Friends or enemies huh McMahon? You know what you are to me Vincey? You can call yourself a friend all you want to.. You can try to BE my friend all you want to.. But at the end of the day, you are now, and forever will be, my fucking enemy, you heartless BASTARD!

-][-'SATAN HIMSELF' Vince McMahon-][- Haha.. Ok.. Ok Rhyno.. Terry.. Whatever you wanna call yourself... You got it. We're, enemies. You chose option two.. Oh, and Terry? IT WAS THE WRONG ONE!

-][-'THA MAN BEAST' Rhyno-][- Vince... You don't have any idea, how GLAD I am to hear that! Now get the fuck out of my face!

-][-'SATAN HIMSELF' Vince McMahon-][- Haha. My my, you ECW guys sure do have a.. colorful ..vocabulary if I do say so myself.

-][-'THA MAN BEAST' Rhyno-][- Yeah, well you'd have a colorful vocabulary too if you and the promotion that you sacraficed your very livelyhood for, were considered 3rd best, to two other companies that were NOTHING! WWE, WCW. Yeah Vince, we smelled what you were cookin' alright, and Ted Turner made nice and sure that we were 4-life, and that we were next, BROTHER. You may have been smelling what ya were cookin' Vincent.. And Turner may have been 'next'... But no matter WHAT, I don't give a FUCK what kind of shit you people threw out every Monday night.. In E See FUCKING Dubya, every day of our lives.. Every show we ever put on, it delievered NOTHING LESS, than..