This Roleplay was written by ~Paul Siegel (Gene Snitsky, Chris Benoit, Heidenreich and Amy Weber)~ . All credit for what is written goes to him, and this promo is not to be taken under any circumstances.

*Snitsky is watching a scene that took place with Batista on a TV in the the locker room*

GENE: *huffing and puffing shivering in anger* BATISTAAA!

*Snitsky lifts up the TV and throws it to the floor shattering the glass and sparks going off.*

GENE: So I'm crazy am I? MENTAL?! A NUTCASE? A LOON! Oh yeah, I'm crazy alright, crazy like a FOX!

*Gene looks at a bottle of lithium*

GENE: I'll be sure not to take these when I go ape s*** on that a**hole

*Todd Grisham wraped in a head cast and neck brace enters in a somewhat cowardly fashion*

TODD: Gene is it alright if I come in to ask a few questions?

*Gene looks at Todd dead in the eyes looking furious*

GENE: NOOOOO!

*Snitsky slams the door closed on Grisham's bandaged head.*

GENE: Once again Mr. Snitsky, you are a genius. So Batista thinks I pick on women... well, I'll be sure to deliver that message to Grisham when he wakes up, I know a girly man when I see one. HAHAHA!

*Snitsky marches out slamning the door open mashing Todd Grisham's contourted body against the wall.*

GENE: Ouch, that's gotta hurt...I think you'll need these pills more than I do when you wake up, they make great pain killers.

*Snitsky pours the pills all over Grisham's body at flings the bottle at his head and walks off.*

*Cut scene to outside area Batista finds a camera crew and steadily makes his way towards them, all except one cameraman flee the scene*

GENE: GET THIS ON TAPE!

*Cameraman scrables with equipment*

GENE: GET IT NOOOOW!

*Cameraman holds camera up*

GENE: BATISTA! Oh, Batista, Batista, you've done it now, you've angered me, I mean REEEAALLY angered me! Your not going to see the light of day once I pound the crap out of you. And after the match is over it's not stopping there. No not at all. I'm gonna crush your throat so you can stop spitting your sick crap about just how great you are. Then I'm gonna pound your face black and blue so the ladies won't even bare to look in your direction. And one last thing...don't you EVER make statements about how I treat babies! I can't stand those sick little creatures. The cry and they poop and they drool, and throw up. Ugh, disgusting! All they are good for is a makeshift football. They should of made me the gold medalist of baby field goal kicking. I bet Kurt Angle let alone you can say that! If you love babies so much go work in a nursery and get all the free baby vomit you want. WAAH WAAH BATISTA I'm hungry, WAAH WAAH change my diaper, WAAH WAAH WAAH WAAAAH! Now is that what you want Batista? IS IT?! Well if you do may god have mercy on you. You make me physically ill. You can go carousing with your friends like Rey Mysterio, and the Rock, but when it comes down to it none of them will be there in that ring when I'm kicking your ass all our the four corners of that ring. I'm going to put up so you can finally shut up! Gene Snitsky is and will always be the ruthless, aggresive monster you see here now, and what you will see on shockwave first hand. Once I take care of you you get out of my face! Because I don't need you and your crap getting in the way of my goals. This matchup was a fluke for me, but a bad omen for you. Now why in the world could this be a bad omen you must say? Well I'm not just a bad omen for you, but the whole damn locker room. Every superstar needs to be watching their back including yours. If there's one thing I love it's taking what I want. Now what I may take could be something dear to you, or maybe it's someone else..I really haven't decided yet. I guess you'll have to find out later DAVE! So see ya later DAVE! Because your career is over DAVE! And go to hell DAVE! Because SNITSKY'S COMIN' TO TOWN!

*fade to black*