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XWF ROLE-PLAY: 001 -  CAREER RECORD: (w)00 - (l)00 - (d)00

XWF ACHIEVEMENTS: None F'n Yet.

Curiosity. One of the most powerful words in the dictionary, curiosity can lead on to two different directions, paths with opposite endings in reflection to each other, whether it be an ending of relief, or simply danger, to know the ending of a path you chose, aren't you.. curious? The scene opens up with curiosity itself, we open in the dark and damp streets of New York City, the time is around three in the morning, no normal being would be up at this time, not to mention on the streets, and not to mention the streets of New York. A puddle of raining is growing each second as drips of rain drop from the gutter of an above building down into the puddle, this is the only sense of sound until the sound of footsteps echo in the night, the footsteps gradually get louder, and closer, until we reach the point of a black boot splashing in the puddle of rain, the camera slowly moves upwards where it's then revealed that the boot belongs to Rhyno, alongside Rhyno is Joel Gertner, dressed like a typical New York pimp, Joel has a hand full of his trousers in each hand, pulling them upwards, keeping the bottom of his trousers away from the wet and cold ground. The slight sense of rain drops begin to spit down from the sky, as Rhyno flicks his hair back.

Rhyno: Joel.. what the fuck are you wearing? and what the fuck are you doing? keeping your pants off the ground? This shit needs to end man.. if you're not crying about clothes your crying about your god damn hair.. you gotta stop thinking about yourself and start thinking of ME! I didn't have to hire you.. I just felt sorry for your fat ass! Ever since Ee See Dubya died all you ever do is sit on your backside and eat chips.. moaning about how you look.. how about taking a fucking notice in how I look, HUH?

Joel Gertner: It is I, the sexual muff-stuffer, wait.. I mean stud-muffin! Joel "You can't have your pudding if you don't eat your meat" Gertner! And Rhyno you should know by now that a sexual lady magnet like myself has to keep himself fresh and looking spiffing! I have to look out for the dirt, quite like this week when "The Sexual Man Beast" gets rid of the dirt in Justin Credible!

Rhyno: Fuck man.. listen to yourself, I'm the fucking man beast, not the sexual man beast you sick son of a bitch! But you're right as far as taking out the trash is concerned, that slap-head, Justin Credible.. I've gored his ass through tables, I've drilled his head into the fucking mat, I've broken him half before and I ain't afraid to do it again! Because I'm the fucking man beast! I ain't afraid of nothing! You hear me?! NOTHING! It's gonna be a night of Deju-FUCKING-vu, because everything I've done to Justin before will happen again tonight, mark my words!

Joel Gertner: That's the spirit my good friend, and when it's all said and done, when the dust settles, and when Rhyno is standing over a bloody and battered Justin Credible, when Justin's head is bleeding, his neck broken, and will never walk on his own two feet again.. when that's all over with, do you know what I'm gonna do for you my good man? Take a wild guess.. take a big chunky spiffing guess, take a Huuuuge..

Rhyno: Would you shut the fuck up already? If it isn't a stretcher to wheel Justin's broken body out of the arena.. and throw him in the dumpster in the parking lot.. then I ain't interested, so don't waste your money, Joel.

Joel Gertner: No, No, No.. what I'll do for you is special, I'm gonna take your ass down to Wonder-World for men, the store of a lifetime, and buy you the grandest, shiniest, smartest suit in the joint! What d'ya say about that my good man?

Rhyno: A suit? Why the fuck would I need a suit? I don't do suits.. I do jackets and jeans.. and that's about it.. (mocking Joel).. my good man!

Joel Gertner: I like your attitude, I like it alot.. I love the way you get off to putting pain on people's faces! But seriously man.. your clothes taste needs work, you won't be picking up any fine-ass ladies in jackets and jeans, promise you.

BROKEN IN HALF WITH A F'N GORE: None F'n Yet.