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Happy Wrestlemania!

Roman bounced in place, enjoying the feeling of pre-match jitters and adrenaline coursing through his body. He glanced around the backstage area, beginning to feel a little concerned. Where was the stuff for his entrance?

"Hey, Intern Eve!"

The small but fierce woman grinned as she hurried over to where he was standing. "What's up?"

"I was looking for it, but I don't see it sitting around. Where's the tank for my entrance?"

Intern Eve beamed. "There is no tank for your entrance! We (and by we, I really mean, me) came up with an even better entrance for you!"

Roman's heart stopped for a moment. "Another...entrance?"

"Yup! Here, I'll show since you're going out any moment now. Vince is giving me a raise for this idea."

"A raise?"

"Yeah! He said it's the best idea he's heard since the First Ever Sundae Slam! It'll make you look soooo B.A.! AND it'll solve all your crowd issues!"

Roman was kind of intrigued...but mostly worried.

Intern Eve lead him to a large crate. "Remember that yak you brought to the WWE?"

Roman scowled. "You mean from when you freaking mailed me to SIberia!"

"Yes, that's the one! I named him, Hector!"

Roman stared at her. "What does the yak have to do with anything?"

"Hector, has been pivotal to creating your entrance!"

Roman groaned. "I am not riding a yak into Wrestlemania."

"Heh, you're already in Wrestlemania: The Ultimate Thrill Ride! No, you're not riding Hector. As I was saying, I crossbred Hector."

"...With what?"

"A moose and then a llama."

"What?" Roman yelled. Everyone in the backstage area paused what they were doing to yell "What!" back at him.

"Meet Boris!" Intern Eve said with a mad scientist-esq cackle as she pulled open the side of the crate with a large rusty crowbar. She propped the crowbar on her shoulder and grinned at her creation.

Boris was a… giant llama with moose antlers and a small hunch on his neck. Boris also looked very angry. It growled at Roman.

When Roman found his voice, he asked, "How did you have enough time to bred that many generations?"

Intern Eve cackled again. "I am a genius!"

"I just wanted a tank..."

"Seriously, you're lucky! Hunter wanted this beauty for his entrance, but I saved him for you!"

Roman noticed Triple H bent over, laughing behind Intern Eve's back.

"Now get on Boris and make your entrance! I forced an Inca woman to hand-weave that saddle for you! It's made out of llama wool!"

Roman noticed the crudely made bright pink saddle with a lumpy dog on it.

Intern Eve pointed at the dog. "That's you! The Big Dog!"

Roman sighed, and he carefully climbed onto the saddle; the yak/moose/llama turned its head and hissed at him.

"He likes you! Now mush, mush!"

Boris started walking slowly forward out to the ring.

The crowd began its booing until they saw Boris. Most of the people stopped, staring at the llama hybrid with horror...To be fair, Boris was downright hideous and was hissing at everyone.

One brave, middle aged man let out a loud boo. "Roman, you suuuuuccccckkkk!"

Boris stopped hissing and spat an apple sized glob of spit right into the man's face.

Roman smirked and patted Boris' neck. This was the beginning of a beautiful friendship...Maybe that was too strong of a word. This was the beginning of an interesting partnership.