Post by The Rock on Feb 24, 2008 23:17:15 GMT -5
Just last week, we saw the return of The Rock! After yet another hiatus, he's once again come back to the world of sports entertainment. Though he has yet to step into an XWA ring, he's already made an impact. A few days ago, he attacked an XWA superstar by the name of BMW. BMW was doing an interview via satellite when the self proclaimed "Great One" ambushed him. What's in store for The Rock when he debuts? Will BMW be able to come back from injury? All these answers and more next week!
The Rock chuckled as he watched the video package in his hotel room. He turned off the television and tossed the remote on the bed. As he got up from the chair he was sitting in, his cell phone rang. Rock walked over to the end table and looked down at the number displayed on his phone. Even though it came up as "PRIVATE" he decided to answer anyways.
::The Rock::
Hello?
::
::
The Rock? Oh my god! I haven't heard from you in months! How'r things?
::The Rock::
Who is The Great One speaking to, Jabroni?
:: ::
C'mon, man! It's me...Vince! You know, from Immortal? Listen...I'm sorry about banning you from the fed. You and Cage violated the rules and someone had to enforce them. I was just doing my job as an owner...Protect my superstars and ban the bad apples.
::The Rock::
First of all, Jabroni...Know your role!...And shut your mouth! You think you can just call The Rock on his phone and beg for forgiveness? It doesn't work that way, Roody Poo! The Rock gave it his all in that second rate piece of trash you called a fed! The Rock and Christian Cage were the ones enforcing all the rules and dealing with the monkey crap you let in there. Look what happened when we left! All your monkey asses went belly up just like we said! Now, tell The Great One why you really called...You're wasting The Rock's precious time with your useless rambling.
:: "Vince" ::
Okay, okay...Listen, we've given the green light on another fed. We have a short list of superstars we want and your name came up...As well as Cage. Just come and check us out. I'm not asking you to sign on the dotted line just yet. Just come by our headquarters and see what we have to offer. How about it? One last go around between old friends!?
::The Rock::
First of all...The Rock isn't your friend! Never has been, never will be! I'll tell you what though...The Rock will stop by your little headquarters. Just make sure you Jabroni's are all ready for the Brahma Bull!
The Rock than hangs up the phone. There was no need to get an address because there was only one place the superstars at Immortal hung out...Taco John's! The Rock goes into the bathroom to shower and get ready for the monumental reunion. Later that afternoon, The Rock arrives at a run down shack with a Taco John's sign barley hanging from the roof. He exits his vehicle and begins dialing a number on his phone. After an un-identified voice picks up, The Rock speaks.
::The Rock::
It's Rock...It's time.
Those are the only words spoken before The Rock hangs up. He stuffs the phone back into his pocket and proceeds towards the establishment. Once inside, Rock can't help but notice the place is a zoo. There are a dozen or so superstars running rampant through the restaurant. A greeter at the door motions for The Rock's attention.
::Jesse::
Aren't you The Rock? Silly goose! Of course it's you! I'd know those abs from a mile away. I loved you in The Scorpion King. All oiled up and sweaty! Ooh...Look at me, I'm glistening! Listen...I'm gonna go freshen up. That dark skinned gentleman was expecting you anyways. Just go and park your pretty keester over there!
Rock feels a bit awkward as he walks away. He can just feel the man's eyes undressing him as he walked away. He took a quick turn around and caught the man looking at him. The greeter fumbled with his man purse and ran towards the bathroom. Rock shook his head and headed towards the table Vince was seated at.
::"Vince"::
Well, look who actually showed! I never gave you the location of our HQ, so I thought you'd no show.
::The Rock::
The Rock found this run down hell hole just fine, Vince. Are we gonna get down to business or are you just gonna sit there and look like a jackass!? What is it you wanted The Rock for anyways?
::"Vince"::
Well, Rock...Looks like you've been deceived! If you were smart, you would have known that my phone number backwards spelled out "Come to us and pay LOLZ" When will you learn? I didn't need you back! I have a roster full of people alot better than you! RVD, Tech, Ron, The guy who thinks he's Eminem, and my personal favorite...Brock Lesnar! It was me who bailed him out of jail! BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Money buys everything, my friend! What do you have to say for yourself now, The Rock!?
Rock begins counting on his fingers and knows right away Vince is a dumb ass because his number could only be 10 numbers long. He shakes his head in dis-approval and once again reaches for his phone. He dials another number and says "now" before hanging up. Seconds later, a beat up Impala comes crashing through the building. The vehicle takes out a few no name wrestlers and a few of the Taco John's staff. When the beat up heap comes to an abrupt halt, Balls Mahoney and Christian Cage exit the vehicle.
::Balls Mahoney::
Welcome ladies and gents to a special edition of Creatures From Within! Balls here crashing what appeared to be a set up. Little did Vince know, The elusive Rock had it sniffed out from the get go! Krikey! Russo swerve FTW! With me is our pal Christian Cage. Say 'ello Cage...
::Cage::
That doesn't even make sense, Bahoney! Quit being a reekazoid and start kicking some ass! The Instant Classic has an autograph signing in forty five minutes!
::Balls Mahoney::
It's best not to disturb Cage when he's in ass kicking mode! Let's observe!
Cage wastes little time and goes straight for RVD. They rumble for a few minutes before Cage slams the pot smoking hippie through the windshield of Mahoney's car!
::Cage::
Who's the HAMP now?...Bitch!?
::Balls Mahoney
What a thunderous shot! His head went right through me windshield! Someone's insurance is gonna hafta pay for that one! Wait a tick!...Is that Ron? Look! Over there at the oxygen bar!
Sure enough, at the oxygen bar is an Asian looking man. There are two females with him, though neither's face can be seen due to the bags placed over them. Balls walks over to the bar and picks up a stool. In one swing, he manages to take out all three of the people. Ron struggles to his feet, but is quickly met with another shot to the face. He lies motionless as the camera switches back to The Rock. With his attention at the bar, Vince doesn't see the fist coming straight to his face. He is knocked onto the table while The Rock ascends the object. He hoists Vince up and delivers a Rock Bottom through the table! Out of nowhere numerous voices are heard...
OH MY GOD!
BAH GAWD! BAH GAWD! STRAIGHT TO HELL, DAMMIT!
Everyone looks around to match a face to the voices, but it's to no avail. Rock, Cage, and Balls enter the Impala and punch it through the building. Tables go flying, people go falling, and RVD continues to stay stuck in the windshield. With a swift kick, Cage sends the hippie sailing through the air and into the bathroom. The three superstars go blasting out of the establishment and off into the distance. The camera goes into the bathroom to show RVD's head in the lap of the greeter.
::Jesse::
Jeethuth!
The last shot before the scene fades is of the Impala sputtering off into the distance.
The Rock chuckled as he watched the video package in his hotel room. He turned off the television and tossed the remote on the bed. As he got up from the chair he was sitting in, his cell phone rang. Rock walked over to the end table and looked down at the number displayed on his phone. Even though it came up as "PRIVATE" he decided to answer anyways.
::The Rock::
Hello?
::
::The Rock? Oh my god! I haven't heard from you in months! How'r things?
::The Rock::
Who is The Great One speaking to, Jabroni?
::
::C'mon, man! It's me...Vince! You know, from Immortal? Listen...I'm sorry about banning you from the fed. You and Cage violated the rules and someone had to enforce them. I was just doing my job as an owner...Protect my superstars and ban the bad apples.
::The Rock::
First of all, Jabroni...Know your role!...And shut your mouth! You think you can just call The Rock on his phone and beg for forgiveness? It doesn't work that way, Roody Poo! The Rock gave it his all in that second rate piece of trash you called a fed! The Rock and Christian Cage were the ones enforcing all the rules and dealing with the monkey crap you let in there. Look what happened when we left! All your monkey asses went belly up just like we said! Now, tell The Great One why you really called...You're wasting The Rock's precious time with your useless rambling.
:: "Vince" ::
Okay, okay...Listen, we've given the green light on another fed. We have a short list of superstars we want and your name came up...As well as Cage. Just come and check us out. I'm not asking you to sign on the dotted line just yet. Just come by our headquarters and see what we have to offer. How about it? One last go around between old friends!?
::The Rock::
First of all...The Rock isn't your friend! Never has been, never will be! I'll tell you what though...The Rock will stop by your little headquarters. Just make sure you Jabroni's are all ready for the Brahma Bull!
The Rock than hangs up the phone. There was no need to get an address because there was only one place the superstars at Immortal hung out...Taco John's! The Rock goes into the bathroom to shower and get ready for the monumental reunion. Later that afternoon, The Rock arrives at a run down shack with a Taco John's sign barley hanging from the roof. He exits his vehicle and begins dialing a number on his phone. After an un-identified voice picks up, The Rock speaks.
::The Rock::
It's Rock...It's time.
Those are the only words spoken before The Rock hangs up. He stuffs the phone back into his pocket and proceeds towards the establishment. Once inside, Rock can't help but notice the place is a zoo. There are a dozen or so superstars running rampant through the restaurant. A greeter at the door motions for The Rock's attention.
::Jesse::
Aren't you The Rock? Silly goose! Of course it's you! I'd know those abs from a mile away. I loved you in The Scorpion King. All oiled up and sweaty! Ooh...Look at me, I'm glistening! Listen...I'm gonna go freshen up. That dark skinned gentleman was expecting you anyways. Just go and park your pretty keester over there!
Rock feels a bit awkward as he walks away. He can just feel the man's eyes undressing him as he walked away. He took a quick turn around and caught the man looking at him. The greeter fumbled with his man purse and ran towards the bathroom. Rock shook his head and headed towards the table Vince was seated at.
::"Vince"::
Well, look who actually showed! I never gave you the location of our HQ, so I thought you'd no show.
::The Rock::
The Rock found this run down hell hole just fine, Vince. Are we gonna get down to business or are you just gonna sit there and look like a jackass!? What is it you wanted The Rock for anyways?
::"Vince"::
Well, Rock...Looks like you've been deceived! If you were smart, you would have known that my phone number backwards spelled out "Come to us and pay LOLZ" When will you learn? I didn't need you back! I have a roster full of people alot better than you! RVD, Tech, Ron, The guy who thinks he's Eminem, and my personal favorite...Brock Lesnar! It was me who bailed him out of jail! BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Money buys everything, my friend! What do you have to say for yourself now, The Rock!?
Rock begins counting on his fingers and knows right away Vince is a dumb ass because his number could only be 10 numbers long. He shakes his head in dis-approval and once again reaches for his phone. He dials another number and says "now" before hanging up. Seconds later, a beat up Impala comes crashing through the building. The vehicle takes out a few no name wrestlers and a few of the Taco John's staff. When the beat up heap comes to an abrupt halt, Balls Mahoney and Christian Cage exit the vehicle.
::Balls Mahoney::
Welcome ladies and gents to a special edition of Creatures From Within! Balls here crashing what appeared to be a set up. Little did Vince know, The elusive Rock had it sniffed out from the get go! Krikey! Russo swerve FTW! With me is our pal Christian Cage. Say 'ello Cage...
::Cage::
That doesn't even make sense, Bahoney! Quit being a reekazoid and start kicking some ass! The Instant Classic has an autograph signing in forty five minutes!
::Balls Mahoney::
It's best not to disturb Cage when he's in ass kicking mode! Let's observe!
Cage wastes little time and goes straight for RVD. They rumble for a few minutes before Cage slams the pot smoking hippie through the windshield of Mahoney's car!
::Cage::
Who's the HAMP now?...Bitch!?
::Balls Mahoney
What a thunderous shot! His head went right through me windshield! Someone's insurance is gonna hafta pay for that one! Wait a tick!...Is that Ron? Look! Over there at the oxygen bar!
Sure enough, at the oxygen bar is an Asian looking man. There are two females with him, though neither's face can be seen due to the bags placed over them. Balls walks over to the bar and picks up a stool. In one swing, he manages to take out all three of the people. Ron struggles to his feet, but is quickly met with another shot to the face. He lies motionless as the camera switches back to The Rock. With his attention at the bar, Vince doesn't see the fist coming straight to his face. He is knocked onto the table while The Rock ascends the object. He hoists Vince up and delivers a Rock Bottom through the table! Out of nowhere numerous voices are heard...
OH MY GOD!
BAH GAWD! BAH GAWD! STRAIGHT TO HELL, DAMMIT!
Everyone looks around to match a face to the voices, but it's to no avail. Rock, Cage, and Balls enter the Impala and punch it through the building. Tables go flying, people go falling, and RVD continues to stay stuck in the windshield. With a swift kick, Cage sends the hippie sailing through the air and into the bathroom. The three superstars go blasting out of the establishment and off into the distance. The camera goes into the bathroom to show RVD's head in the lap of the greeter.
::Jesse::
Jeethuth!
The last shot before the scene fades is of the Impala sputtering off into the distance.
