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December 24th, 2012 - Christmas Eve of Destruction

Buzzing on his ears and a sound of thousands of voices on the back of his head... Dwayne was out cold in the barricade as he opened his eyes. It was a brutal bout, considering the loud noises of A couple of blurs in the ring celebrated as the buzzing in his ears became "Coming Undone" by Korn. The match was over and Rated RKO celebrated their victory while EMTs checked on Mick Foley... Dwayne helped himself up with the barricade, his eyes fixed on the canvas where his friend was laid out, completely cold. Rock felt the pats on the back by the fans who were on the first row, but  in his mind all he cared was about Mick, whom he brought into the match. The EMTs made an X simbol with their arms, and a stretcher was carried down the ramp.Rock stood up by the apron and watched as Foley's neck was promptly collared and the hardcore legend was moved carefully into the stretcher and carried out of the ring, he obviously followed them around the backstage area until they arrived to Dr. Clemente's office. The doctor was wearing a navy blue dress under her white lab coat, she helped the EMTs drag Foley in, but her hand would block Dwayne's way.

Dr. Hope Clemente: It'd be just a minute... I promise.

Clemente's "Just a minute" were eternal, as with any other doctor. The door closed behind Dwayne and Dr. Clemente performed a quick neurological exam on Mick. The door would swing open with Dwayne still standing in the doorway, Dwayne could see the EMTs had Mick on the stretcher, with his neck collared, both EMTs asked The Rock to move out of the way... As he stood up he looked at Hope Clemente.

Dr. Hope Clemente: He'd be fine. He had a mild concussion, but I would like a trauma set of X-rays and an MRI just to make sure. How are you holding up? You took one hell of a bump.

Rock's attention span was on his partner being carried on the stretcher away from him... He turned to the doctor and looked at her.

The Rock: I'll be fine... Thanks.

Dr. Hope Clemente: That match was... BRUTAL... Christmas Eve of Destruction is hands down my busiest night of the year.

The Rock: Hey, I'm not a huge fan of these bloodbaths, but fans like it... And as long as it isn't weekly like ECW...

Dr. Hope Clemente: Anyway, Mick was one... Randy and Adam will probably want me to treat their wounds also...

The Rock: ...Then I better get on my way!

Hope looked over at him.

Dr. Hope Clemente: Didn't know the feeling between you and them was mutual.

Rock has heard about it, all the rumblings, supposed rants and "reports"... He had a "rocky relationship with probably half of the guys in the back, who resented him for "turning his back on the industry" in favor of his Hollywood career. Without saying anything else he just nodded at her and walked away... No matter how much Dave Meltzer and dirt sheets wrote about him and how he has 'lost it', no matter how evident was some of the EBWF talents snickered behind his back and commented on how he was a big buff guy with three tons of ring rust on him; he wanted to hear that he was unwanted from the man who brought him to the EBWF... Rock's pace picked up as he thought about it through the backstage area and into Shane McMahon's office, he was a bit startled as Dwayne slammed the door open.

Shane McMahon: Dwayne! Man! That was some match! Fans were going crazy!

The Rock took a deep breath, in fact his flaming tables match was one of the biggest of the night -If not the biggest. He had Shane in front of him, and he was going to cut through the chase...

The Rock: Unlike what has been 'reported', unlike what flies around twitter and the dirtsheets, I am going to be straightforward.

Shane's eyes opened a bit, he still didn't know where The Rock wanted to get.

 The Rock: I want a world title shot.

Shane's eyes remained open, there was silence. The uncomfortable type. Rock nodded his head slowly, looking at Shane McMahon.

The Rock: I get the whole picture now... I am great to put casual fans and kids on their seats... I am great at selling T-shirts... I am great of putting over others... But I am NOT good enough to get a World Title shot?

Shane McMahon: Rock, it's not...

The Rock: It's not what? It's the Royal Rumble all over again! I was to put Edge over two years ago and never got anything in return. I was told to drop the No Limits Championship so that I would get a title shot... Yet you've had Miz and DiBiase contend for the World Title while they had championships... You might say I have ring rust, then Haitch had some too... Yet he returned and had a World Title Shot tonight. Why don't you just cut the crap and tell me no one likes me but I am just a decent draw?

Shane McMahon: Dwayne, please sit... Let's talk this over.

Rock paced back and forth, ignoring Shane's request.

The Rock: I've read what they write about me, I've heard what they say about me... But I can't get through my head that Wrestling apparently took a 180º turn the last time I was on top of the mountain.

Shane McMahon: It's not that easy... The board of directors...

The Rock: I've heard you have to be in their graces to earn some gold around here, but haven't I proved my worth? Look at the figures, look at the numbers. I know Wes Ikeda doesn't like me and he probably hasn't got through his head the fact that me and Vince McMahon actually get along... But is that the only reason for me to get axed?

Shane McMahon: Dwayne, I'll see what I can do... Alright?

The Rock: There's NOTHING you can do... If there was something you could do, you probably would've done it already... So, apparently the problem is mine? Is it? Being a hollywood actor, not knowing how kids like Punk and Miz work the ring? Is that it?

Shane McMahon: ...

The Rock: Don't worry Shane... Just tell your big fat corporate fish that the Rock will be ready in a month for your Rumble... I might not know what's wrong today, but I guarantee I will find out and change it.

Without waiting for a reply the Rock closed the door shut, leaving Shane and the arena behind. Once back in his hotel room it was just a matter of packing his stuff and getting ready to leave by midnight, so no one noticed when and where he was headed. Rock would write a an E-mail before leaving his room:

From: Dwayne.TheRock.Johnson@EBWF.net
To: "Danny Garcia" DannyG@Gmail.com
Subject: (No subject.)

Hey... I don't know how to put this. But things aren't exactly going well right now. I'm going to need to take some time off from everything to find an answer I need. NO ONE can know where I am. I will call you tomorrow morning and tell you where you can come visit, also... Tell Simone I said hi.

Again, no one can know where I am.

Take care,

Dwayne.

Danny was the only person he trusted at this time, and she was slightly into both of his worlds: The acting world and the wrestling world. Danny was his ex wife and best friend. If anyone was deserving to know his whereabouts it was her. Once everything was packed up, Dwayne took a shower, changed into jeans and a black hoodie, he proceeded to check out from the hotel, leaving his leased car there. Dwayne walked out of the hotel and hopped into a cab.

Cab Driver: Where to?

Dwayne Johnson: Bus Station.

Cab Driver: Aren't you...?

Dwayne didn't reply... It was quite obvious

Dwayne Johnson: ...

Cab Driver: Aren't you a little too wealthy for a bus terminal? Sure you didn't mean the Airport?

Dwayne Johnson: No... I want to do this the old way...

The cab driver shrugged and drove off towards the bus station... A long night was ahead of him. He didn't care how long it took for him to get where he wanted to go... There were a rough 24 hours between Kansas City and his destination.

He needed a place to rest, a place to lay low, a place to watch tapes, to relearn the business, to see what he was doing wrong, to get privacy and last but not least: A place that felt a little bit like home... As impossible as it could sound: Dwayne knew where to go. Dwayne purchased two bus tickets (So he'd be more comfortable), turned his cellphone off and embarked on his adventure of self discovery.

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After a couple of days sleeping in hotels by the road and nearly 30 hours of being in a bus, he was finally in his destination. Dwayne climbed down the bus, his body was torn down from both the match and sitting for over 24 hours. "WELCOME TO SUN VALLEY, CALIFORNIA" read a sign next to the bus station... Dwayne smiled and hopped into a cab. The driver nodded at him through the rear view mirror

Cab Driver: Where to?

Dwayne Johnson: Knokx Pro Academy.

The cab driver smirked, while Dwayne adjusted his hoodie to cloak his face.

Cab Driver: That's actually nearby... Let me guess, are you one of those wrestlers?

Dwayne Johnson: No. I am THE Wrestler.

Dwayne went silent for the rest of the short trip, paying the fare and heading into the Knokx Pro Entertainment gym. His jeans all ruffled up, his hoodie pulled over his head as he inspected his surroundings.

...: Finally...

Dwayne turned over his shoulder to find the source of that voice.

...: Finally... FINALLY!

Dwayne Johnson: You bet your ass "Finally!", but I'm here keeping a low profile... So I'd appreciate if we continued this conversation in your office.

...: Of course, Cousin. 

Dwayne smiled, walking behind his cousin. The 6''1', 425 pounder walked in front of him wearing black track pants and a jacket, probably an XXXL sized one. His blonde peroxide hair held in a bun tightly on the back of his head, Good ol Solofa Jr., better known as Rikishi from his WWE days. Both cousins were now in Solofa's Jr. office, the big cousin sat on a big chair behind a desk, while Dwayne sat on a chair in front of the desk.

Dwayne Johnson: Sorry to arrive unnoticed.

Solofa Fatu Jr: You will always be welcome here, Tausoga.

Samoan for cousin. Dwayne smiled and nodded.

Dwayne Johnson: I should've come earlier to you... Before I even inked another wrestling contract. I guess I was too reckless to think the business hasn't changed, and now I look outdated, like Hogan or Flair...

Solofa Fatu Jr: Come on, don't be so harsh on yourself! 

Dwayne Johnson: That's how I feel... It's as if while I was in Hollywood chasing rainbows I forgot how to do this!

Solofa Fatu Jr: What are you saying! You are a natural!

Dwayne Johnson: Maybe, but that doesn't mean wrestling hasn't evolved... That doesn't mean I don't have to train hard, harder than ever before.

Solofa Fatu Jr: It's not that bad! So, you've come down here because you need help?

Dwayne Johnson: I need a place to stay... I need a place to train... I need a place to relearn what I forgot. I have a month before the Royal Rumble, and I intend to win it.

Solofa Fatu Jr: What is your entrant number?

Dwayne Johnson: I don't even know if I'll be in the match... But first of 30th I am going to win it... I am going to earn a shot at the World Championship and I am going to earn the respect of all of those who have doubted me.

Solofa Fatu Jr: I know that is exactly what we are going to do... So why don't you take a shower and change into your gear? Let's see what you've got!

Dwayne chuckled and raised from his seat so shake his cousin's hand vigorously. For the first time in days, his white pearl smile was displayed.

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January 10th, 2013


From: Dwayne.TheRock.Johnson@EBWF.net
To: "Danny Garcia" DannyG@Gmail.com
Subject: (No subject.)

Did you guys arrive home well? I still can't believe you came over for New Year's! It's been rough, these past weeks. I don't want to think I lost it, I don't want to go back to Hollywood empty handed, hell! I don't even know if I ever want to go back to Hollywood on a full time basis... So I figured out I'd put my love for the business on the line by training hard, in my cousin's academy.

The fact he's my cousin just gives me privileged extra hours of workout, and a bit of privacy... But he has been harsh, like he is with those newcomers. It turns out I'm a spoiled newcomer from hollywood with a freakishly large physique, who could dance graciously in the canvas back in the day but forgot to do it somewhere along the way... Jr. hasn't stopped ranting on how I could perform a moonsault when I was younger and not anymore... I'll teach him.

As much as I want to return and remind the world who THE ROCK is, I needed a small break, my daughter and my friend by my side to cheer me on. It was awesome to catch up with you... I'm sorry to put you through all of this, people wondering where I am and all.

You've probably been full of stress as of late, too... Dealing with all those people who have been asking for me.
I don't know how to thank you for dealing with the whole Superbowl ad too. I don't think I'll be able to attend the press conference or even the SuperBowl as the EBWF Royal Rumble event takes place that night. It would mean a lot to  me if you could help me get those Superbowl guys off my back.

When I will be returning? I got an E-mail regarding the Rumble... January 28th, it appears I'm in.

Anyway, I'm back to training. I got you and Simone tickets for the Rumble on February 3rd, we get to spend the weekend together and have fun, catch up and then the Rumble, how does it sound?

I hope to hear from you soon, tell Simone I love her with all my heart.

Love,

Dwayne.

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February 3th, 2013

The scene faded from the EBWF.net logo to display the backstage area, where Matt Stryker was wearing a brown jacket with a light blue shirt underneath, the camera panned out as he spoke.

Matt Stryker: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome The Rock...

The camera panned out slowly, The Rock stood besides Stryker, wearing a BOOTS2ASSES sleeveless black T-shirt and black track pants, a clean shaved head and no beard.

Matt Stryker: Rock, the number entries for the EBWF Royal Rumble main event have been announced and...

The Rock's open palm cut Stryker off, Rocky took the microphone from his hand. The people in the Phillips Arena in Atlanta Georgia started a "Rocky" chant.

The Rock: January 31st, 2011... January 31st, 2011. The Rock has been waiting for two long years, twenty four months, 730 days, 1.051.897.53 minutes To say... FINALLY THE ROCK HAS COME BACK TO ATLANTA... TO WIN THE ROYAL RUMBLE!!!!!

The crowd roared in approval.

The Rock: You're damn right Matt, the number entries have been revealed! And The Rock knows exactly what you're all thinking! Every single person in this building would love to be in the Rock's spot! I can see them, I can hear them saying how lucky I am, how easy is it going to be... WRONG! You couldn't be more WRONG! Matt Stryker, you probably want to ask the Rock if he feels his ticket to the rumble which reads "NUMBER 30" gives him an upper hand against the other 30 EBWF superstars, only an idiot would say it does... I think it does the whole opposite.

Stryker looked at the Rock.

The Rock: It's quite simple actually. Getting number 30 means The Rock MUST win the Rumble! Now that's easier said than done... On this hand you have THE MOST ELECTRIFYING MAN IN AAAAAAALL OF ENTERTAINMENT! On the other hand you have 29 other superstars that will do anything and everything within their reach to toss the Rock over the top rope! Some of them who haven't been exactly friendly towards The Rock... But The Rock isn't here to make any friends, The Rock is here to become WORLD CHAMPION! THE ROCK IS HERE TO RECLAIM HIS THRONE AS THE PEOPLE'S CHAMPION!

The crowd cheered loud.

The Rock: Now, The Rock has skimmed along the list of Rumble participants and The Rock sees no surprises so far! We have The hip-hop hippo, A-train, Albert or whatever he wants to call himself these days! Tensai! Hippo! It doesn't matter if you learnt how to shave your disgusting back in Japan! It doesn't matter if you let a bike leave tiremarks on your face! After The match you will have not only those but the size 14 boot of the Great one on your right buttcheek, next to your Tramp stamp! Speaking of hippos! The Funkusaurus! Brodus Clay! You all know and love the way he dances... He might as well dance to the medical department after the Rock has sent him down the ROCK BOTTOM!

Rock paused for a moment to eye the list.

The Rock: Christian! Christian knows The Rock is back in the best shape since ever and he even posted a bye bye message on Twitter! One less Jabroni the Rock would have to take care of!

The Rock continued to look at the list on his hand.

The Rock: AJ Styles! He won last year's rumble... The man has got the ability and the talent! He is a former World Champion and he is in his hometown tonight! But The Rock seriously doesn't think he'd even cross paths with him, being number 3 and all... Let's move along...

The Rock frowned a little.

The Rock: What's this? There are a good handful of people who shouldn't even be on this match! People who haven't even proven their worth to even aim at a ticket to WrestleMania's main event! Bobby Roode, was he hired yesterday or something? Same goes for Rey Mysterio, James Storm, Wade Barrett and Rhyno! No matter how big, how tall or how fast you are, you have to beat THE ROCK if you want to go to WrestleMania!

Rock took another peek at the list.

The Rock: There are a couple of guys that are bigger than the Rock, but not as nearly as ELECTRIFYING. Batista and Reks, the Rock isn't afraid to kick your overgrown monkey asses AAAAAAALLL OVER ATLANTA!!!!!!!! Kane, you are dangerously close to The Rock at lucky number 27th! You can come out and raise flames, you can set people on fire, but The Rock isn't going to back out from a fight with you! The Rock will ELIMINATE YOU! That burnt ass face will be the first thing to hit the floor!

The crowd helped with the cheap pop.

The Rock: The Rock's been told there's some sort of new breed of stars here in EBWF... But all the Rock sees is a Videogame obsessed nerd who is busy playing with his tiny little joystick to win a rumble... An orange tanned, frost tipped jersey shore backstreet boy wanna be who is begging, pleading for the Rock to layeth the smacked downski on his ass! Curt Hawkins, the man who changed his boyfriend Reks for that tiny, crazy, dysfunctional girl AJ... He doesn't have what it takes to go ONE ON ONE WITH THE GREAT ONE! That Goat faced kid Daniel Bryan... He thinks he's got what it takes to win the rumble? The Rock says: NO! NO! NO! Dolph Ziggler? Seth Rollins and Dean Ambrose better go back to whatever sewer or alleyway they came out from, because the Rock says there is no way AND THE ROCK MEANS no way that hobo couple has any shot at winning this! He's here to show the world? He's here to show the world his ugly tanlined Ass! If you haven't checked @Zigglersass on twitter go check it right now! You're welcome for making you trend worldwide, too.

A "Ziggler's Ass" chant broke out.

The Rock: Alberto del bozzo might as well go back to Telemundo and work on soap opera's, because he's not even going to be in the ring by the Time the Rock's music hits! It doesn't matter if he has his own ring announcer, the hispanic, fat, greasy version of Michael Buffer helping him! Del Rio will be ELIMINATED by the time Rodriguez is done introducing him.

The Rock ran a hand along his chin.

The Rock: Now, the Coalition led by that Walrus Paul Heyman might try and win this in a cooperative effort... Bully Ray has a lot of nerve if he even thinks of facing The Rock, The Rock remembers how he was a stuttering moron back in the Day! The Rock ain't afraid of morons, the Rock ain't afraid of Assholes so Anderson and The Coalition... You put the Asshole THE ROCK BRINGS THE WHUPPIN! So... The Rock has covered morons and assholes, and the question that comes to The Rock's mind is... How come Ted DiBiase Jr. isn't hanging out with these two? He's a sore loser... Check... He's an asshole... Check... He's a loudmouth... Check... DiBiase actually went on twitter and taunted The Great one! Now tonight he has the chance to back up his words! But The Rock knows that in the end he fall face first onto the apron... Failing miserably, like he has throughout his whole career! DiBiase says I think I am Unbeatable... Truth be told, It is Ted DiBiase who couldn't beat ME!
Ted DiBiase! You mocked the Rock when he said he needed to regroup! The Rock guarandamntees you'd need to regroup the pieces of your million dollar monkey ass after The Rock is done with you!

The Rock nodded a little.

The Rock: The Rock has heard there's one man who has been training day and night since the Rumble entries were handed out... The Italian Santino! The Rock will break it down easily for you... YOU WON'T WIN! Vaffan Culo! Uomo di Merda! Se si sente odore di ciò che la roccia è la cucina!!!!!

The Rock looked at the list and smiled a little.

The Rock: The Rock continues to look through this list... And can't help it but to chuckle when he reads "The Miz". Now I haven't had the displeasure to meet up with "Toad face" in the ring... Coming it at Unlucky number 7 won't help him much, either. Miz: The Rock doesn't like you! The Rock wishes you the most humiliating rumble elimination ever... Now that would truly be AWESOME!

The Rock paused for a moment.

The Rock: Now... All of the fat has been trimmed, Harry Potter and Twilight had ended much to Kane's disgust... Now we move on to the people who The Rock sees as the biggest threats in the Rumble! John Cena... The Rock and Cena had matched up before at Warfare... Cena got the best out of the Rock! But this time it is completely different... The Rock has trained! The Rock has left the four moves club for Good John Cena... The Rock will show you... If you manage to stay in the Rumble match until The Rock's music hits and it is time to ELECTRIFY! Another man who is probably going to be a problem for the Rock is the King of Kings, The cerebral assassin, The Game! Triple H! The Rock and Triple H go waaaay back! We've been on singles matches, tag matches, elimination chamber matches... But never a Royal Rumble Match! Tonight it is once again time for The Rock and HHH to make history! 

The Rock looked at the last two names on his lis.

The Rock: There's two people who costed the Rock his ticket to WrestleMania, two people who beat the Rock at Christmas Eve of Destruction, Two people who don't like the Rock, who have been very vocal about it... Two people who left Mick Foley concussed at home... Two people who left the Rock wondering if he was done with the business... Tonight the Rock's music will hit "IF YA SMEEEEEELL" and I will come out with a lot of things on my mind... I usually think of my daughter... my mother... my family... But tonight I will be thinking how worthwhile it was for you to put Mick Foley through a table a month ago, how enlightening it was to toss me over a barrier... Because when you chink a knight's armor you can bet your ass that knight is going to work hard on his armor for the next battle... The time has come Randy Orton and Edge... I am not in this Rumble blinded by revenge... I am going to go out there and prove myself that every time you open your mouth to run your mouth on how I don't belong here, on how I hog up TV time and spotlight... You're WRONG. Mark my words, don't expect X-pac jump kicks or hurricanranas... But expect to see the best version of the Rock, The People's Champion, ready to show you I deserve that WrestleMania ticket just as much as you do... If not more...

IF YOU SMEEEEEEEEEEELLALALALALALALALALALLALALALALALALALAAAA

WHAT THE ROCK!!!!

IS COOKIN'!!!

The Rock perked an Eyebrow as the scene faded to black to a cheer from the crowd.

Manners and revenge.

The scene opened up in what looked like a locker room, where Mick Foley sat on a steel chair, rubbing his scruffy beard with an open palm. The man's ruffly hair fell over his face and let out a sigh. He wore his classic smiley T-shirt and flannel vest, with black track pants and black wrestling boots... The sound of the door closing made him stand up. The camera panned out to show who had just entered into the locker room... Black sunglasses, shaved head, circled beard... BOOTS 2 ASSES sleeveless T-shirt, black track pants and white sneakers... Foley jumped from his seat.

The Rock: I talked to the board of directors...


Mick Foley: And?

The Rock shook his head.

The Rock: They think you are a liability... That thing with the shotgun two weeks ago... Didn't make them happy. They want you to clean up your act...

Mick Foley: Clean... Up... My... Act?

Foley's hand slowly reached for his scruffy beard. He went into the bathroom repeating those same three words, over and over again. Rocky walked behind Foley, standing in front of the door. He sighed and folded his arms, wondering what his less than stable teammate was up to... Michael Cole slowly crept into the scene as the camera panned out. He wore a gray suit and a light blue shirt with the collar popped.

The Rock: You ever heard of knocking? You can't just walk into the Rock's locker room like you own the place with your fake spray tan and your ugly silk shirt you got at Walmart Cole! Can't you see the Rock is focusing for a huge match he has coming up?

Michael gulped a little, he certainly had forgotten how the Rock loved to mock him during their interviews.

Michael Cole: Rock, that's the reason I am here for... I want to know...

The Rock: You want to know about the Rock's thoughts before heading into the tag team flaming tables match with Mick Foley against Rated RKO?

Michael Cole: Exactly!

The Rock: It is plain and simple Michael Cole! The Rock and Edge have a long story... It was Edge who denied the Rock the chance to go to WrestleMania when he eliminated me from the Rumble only to help his friend Orton win it. But The Rock never got to look at Edge eye to eye... Let alone shove his size 14 boot up his Rated-R candyass! The Rock came back at Fanniversary and what does he get? Another interference by Edge! Michael Cole, I honestly think the day the Rock and Edge go one on one to  settle everything once and for all might as well never come... Because instead of challenging the Rock to a one on one match, Edge decided it was better to bring Randy Orton along! Because he knows he would never... AND THE ROCK MEANS NEVER... BEAT ME by himself! Anyway, with or without Randy Orton... Tonight I will get my chance to get back at Edge for costing me my WrestleMania main event and a World Title reign! I would never change a shot at the World Title to put some idiot through a flaming table... But it would have to do for now!

Michael Cole: How do you feel about such a high caliber match aga...

The Rock cut the interviewer off with an open palm in front of his face.

The Rock: Are you asking The Rock -The most electrifying man in all entertainment!- if he is worried about having a flaming tables match with the sickest, most unstable hardcore legend the world has seen by his side and Raggedy Randy and Raggedy Edgy on the opposite corner?

Michael Cole: Well Rock... I...

The Rock cut Cole off again with his hand.

The Rock: It doesn't matter what you asked The Rock! The Rock is ready to walk out to the people's ring with one thing in his mind, one thing only... But given the date... The special occasion Christmas Eve of Destruction is... The Rock thought he'd deliver a special message full of joy and holiday spirit for The Rock's opponents tonight...

Rock reached out for a guitar and tuned it a bit... He perked an eyebrow at Michael Cole...

The Rock: Michael Cole how about being useful and acting as a mic stand for The Rock... As fruity as you are?
Rock began strumming on the guitar a few chords before he began singing a Christmas tune.

Dashing down the ramp...

People are chanting his name...

Rocky paused for the people to erupt in a "Rocky" chant.

King says "Here we go"

J.R says "Bah Gawd!"

The bell's gonna ring...

And it'd be time to electrify...

What fun it is to WHOOP SOME ASS!

Rocky gets revenge tonight!

Oh, jingle bells, jingle bells... Jingle all the way!
Oh, what fun it is to ROCK BOTTOM RATED RKO THROUGH A FLAMING TABLE TONIGHT!!!!!!!!

The crowd roared in approval for the Rock's version of jingle bells.

"Bad form!"

Said someone behind the rock... Having come out of the bathroom, and wearing a neat looking tuxedo was Mick Foley, who had his brown hair combed up neatly and gelled up, held in a ponytail, his beard was perfectly combed, with a pink bow adourning it too... He looked spotless! His hands were covered by fancy looking white gloves as he rubbed his chin.

The Rock: Mick Foley! What The hell is wrong with you?

Mick Foley: Mick? Please, I would rather if you refer to me by my full name... Michael Francis Foley Sr. 

Mick smiled and bowed before The Rock.

Mick Foley: The same goes to you Mr. Cole. By the way, I am terribly sorry about the misunderstanding a couple of weeks ago, you can have my word It will never happen again! Also Rock, given it is the holiday season... I highly doubt the parents association would like so many curse words to be used in a Christmas song.

The Rock: What the hell are you talking about?

Michale Cole: You know Michael Francis Foley Sr... I couldn't help it but to notice... There's something different about you...Mick Foley: The fact I took a shower today?

Michael Cole: What do you mean? You don't take showers everyday?

Mick Foley: Uhh... Yeah... That was a joke! However, you my friend are a very good observer. Given the circumstances that have revolved around our country for the past months, I had come to the conclusion that erratic behavior doesn't lead anywhere... Don't get me wrong... I am still going to hone my word of a man to my good friend The Rock, even if I need to POWERBOMB ORTON AND EDGE THROUGH A TABLE ON FLAMES FILLED WITH BARBED WIRE, SHATTERED GLASS, THUMBTACKS AND C4 THREE TIMES AND WATCH HOW THE BLOOD TRICKLES DOWN THEIR BODIES AND TACKY TATTOOS! THE WORLD WILL FINALLY RESPECT ME AND FEAR ME FOR... WE WILL GET REVENGE ON EDGE AND  RANDY ORTON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Foley was panting, both Rock and Michael Cole stared at him.

Mick Foley: Oops... Won't ever happen again.

Michael looked at both men and sighed, before moving towards Foley.

Michael Cole: Mick...ael Francis Foley Sr. I was just asking your partner if you had any strategy for tonight...

The Rock leaned into the mic.

The Rock: Strategy? What is this? Some kind of battleship game? The Rock and Mick Foley go...

Mick Foley: You mean Michael Francis Sr., my dear fr...

The Rock: Shut up! The Rock will call you whatever the Rock pleases... As I was saying! We go Waaaaaay back! We were tagging before High Definition TV! We don't need to discuss anything because I know this disfunctional piece of monkey crap would not hesitate when it comes to planting his opponents with a double arm DDT through the table!

Mick Foley: I beg your pardon?

The Rock: Or even Piledriving them straight through that flaming wood! Because he has seen it all! He has seen barbed wire, he has seen C4, he had an ear snapped with the ring ropes... This man is a sadist, he feeds on blood, he becomes ruthless and relentless when he sees it... Trickling down his opponent's forehead!

Mick Foley: I am afraid you are mistaking me with someone else!

The Rock: Shut your mouth... And know your role Michael Francis Foley Sr. You are a hardcore legend! And I need you to be chewing thumbtacks instead of bubble gum! I want you to scratch your back with a kendo stick! I want you to have dinner on a flaming table!

Mick Foley: There! Was that too difficult? Calling me by my name? I appreciated Rock.

The Rock: Now you might think this fat butler wannabe standing by my side is the only experience in the team... But the Rock doesn't need experience! The Rock has never been on a flaming tables match, but the desire to watch Edge burn after a Rock Bottom through the table is just as good as hardcore experience! Besides, our opponents aren't used to having these type of matches either! The only time they see tables on flames is when the couple flame boys hit the club and hop on the table to do the cha-cha!

Mick Foley: For the record, and as much as I want to get my hand raised at the end of this sports entertainment spectacle... I don't second my partner in the use of foul language or the accusations of homosexuality to our opponents... Be a Star guys!

Mick smiled into the camera, Rock sighed and rubbed his forehead.

The Rock: Long story short... Santa would've come and given the Rock his presents and Rated RKO are getting put through flaming tables! The Rock's music will hit and he will walk up the ramp with a smile on his face, listening as the millions...

The crowd chanted "And Millions!"

The Rock: And millions of Rock's fans chant his name...

IF YOU SMEEEEEEEEELALALALALALALALALALALALLALALA

WHAT THE ROCK!

IS COOKIN'

The Rock raised the people's eyebrow as the camera closed up on his face, the scene slowly faded to black.

Safari!

One last match...

Those three words meant the world for Mick Foley.

Mick Foley: I would turn the offer down if it weren't for you...

Dwayne Johnson: I've always heard your talk about it, I've read it on twitter... How you have always felt you have one more match in you.

Mick chuckled. Both friends sat on Dwayne's apartment in Miami, where Dwayne invited Mick to have a chat. Mick knew instantly it wasn't an ordinary chat... Something was going down. He held his glass of iced tea and took a sip. Oddly, Mick didn't wear flannel when cameras weren't looking. He wore a denim vest and a white T-shirt, Denim jorts and sandals... Dwayne wore adidas track pants and sneakers, a black wifebeater.

Mick Foley: I said that... I mean, I say that a lot... But I never saw it coming. I mean, there have been talks... But never so serious... I believe I wrestled my last match with EBWF a couple of years ago, exactly at Christmas Eve of Destruction... Good times!

Dwayne Johnson: Exactly, good times! I need you! I need you by my side Mick... Actually, have you thought about coming back on the road full time?

Mick had thought about it. But would an old fart fit in EBWF?

Mick Foley: Dwayne... Do you really think there's a place for me there?

Dwayne Johnson: You know they don't expect you to carry entire shows... Come with me next week to Wichita for Warfare, we'll give it a go.

Mick Foley... I can't say no to you, my friend. Which face of Foley should I display?

Dwayne Johnson: The Three of them?

Both men laughed.

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The scene faded from black to show the parking lot of the INTRUST Bank arena in Wichita, Kansas. The Rock was seen walking into the backstage area with his gym bag on his hand, he wore a JUST BRING IT Sleeveless t-shirt and black trackpants, black sunglasses over the bridge of his nose... The Rock stopped on his tracks and perked an eyebrow as someone stood on his way. A man with ruffled brown hair, scruffy beard dressed in khaki safari clothes and a hat... He held a shotgun up to the Rock's face.

The Rock: Mick Foley, what in the bluest of blue hells are you...

Mick put his index to his lips and shushed the Rock.

Mick Foley: An animal is loose... And I'm gonna help you hunt him.

The Rock: What are you talking about?

Mick Foley: I am talking about the Animal Batista! The Genetic freak...

The Rock: Like Scott Steiner? If he is anything like Steiner, the Rock thinks he'd probably be cutting a promo to a plant or something. Listen Mick, the Rock thanks you but I don't need your h...

Mick cut him off again... He motioned for the Rock to follow him. Holding his shotgun up right he walked a couple of steps before opening a door to his left, he pointed at Michael Cole, who released a shriek of despair when being faced with the barrel of a shotgun. The Rock laughed and patted him on the back.

The Rock: Michael Cole! The Rock can smell what you just did to your pants... Why don't you do your job and Interview the Rock?

Michael nodded a couple of times... Mick wouldn't stop pointing his shotgun at Michael Cole.

Michael Cole: Could he stop pointing that thing at me?

Mick Foley: BANG! BANG!

Cole cringed as Foley mocked him, the Rock laughed.

The Rock: You can't tell a man with a gun what to do Michael Cole... As you can't start an interview without allowing the Rock say: FINALLY THE ROCK HAS COME BACK TO WICHITA!!!!! Michael Cole, as Mick Foley punts a gun to your head, The Rock will tell you exactly what will happen tonight! Tonight the Rock returns to action to Face Batista! Mick Foley wanted to go on a little safari hunting trip to search for the Animal but the Rock told Mick Foley: Calm down Mick! Why don't you put your gun down, take your hat off and put your feet in hot water? Let the Rock take care of this situation! Because you see, The Rock doesn't need no fat safari guide, no offense Mick.

Mick Foley: Non taken.

The Rock: The Rock doesn't need a gun! The Rock doesn't need to go on a hunting trip! Because The Rock knows exactly where to find Batista! The Rock and Batista have a date set up in just  a few minutes! And the Rock doesn't mean the kind of date that begins with a candle lit dinner and ends up in the Rock's hotel room! What the Rock is trying to say is... After tonight the Rock will hang The Animal's head over his fireplace... The Rock's got a whole wall with plenty of space for jabronis like Randy Orton and Edge! IF YA SMEEEEEEELALALALALALALALALA WHAT THE ROCK IS COOKIN'

The Rock raised and Eyebrow as the scene faded to black. A bullet shot was heard afterwards.

Mick Foley: Ugh... I made a mess!