"Boring..boring..boring.." is begining to echo through the arena as theeee most boring jobber match in the entire history of the CCWF is taking place. I mean cooome on! Look at these two! One of them is a 400 lb mexican man named El Buchorionacho, and the other is a circus freak show, missing an arm, apropriately named The One Armed Bandit! The fans are throwing bananas, cans, and anything else they can get ahold of as they nearly take the roof off. It's horrible!

Commentator 1: This has to be the record in this business for being the most terrible match in history.

Commentator 2: I agree. Both of these men have been wrestling in this match for about one and a half hours now and I've seen about four moves done!

Commentator 1: Yeah, and one of those was El Buchorionacho urinating in the corner of the ring for god's sake! Damn!

Suddenly the sea of booing and snoring is broken by some soft music fading in with the sounds of hellicopter blades spinning in the distance along with a video on the CCWF tron of a spotlight. Then the scene changes to show a hellicopter above a large city, cars zooming down long winding highways, lights, and city nights.
...... The crowd waits in anticipation ....... and just when the seconds seem like hours .............. "If ya SMEEEEEEEEELLA-LA-LA-LA-LAAAAAOOOWWWWW................ what the ROCK...... is cookin'!!!!!!! The fans rise to their feet. Can it be?

Commentator 1: Is that what I think it is?

Commentator 2: It sure is, that's The Rock's music!

Sure as @#%$. A few seconds later the fans explode like a fuckin bomb as none other than the most electrifying man in sports entertainment walks out from the god damn curtains! It's the Rock! He is in the CCWF arena! He stands at the tip of the ramp as he glares toward the ring from afar. He listens..... listens..... as the millions and millions of fans chant his name! He lifts his chin, then cocks his head to the left and removes his sunglasses. The cheers pick up as he tosses them into the crowd and takes one single step forward and stops. He raises his head a little more, as he shuts his eyes. The Rock absorbs the chants just like a metal statue absorbing electricity from each and every direction. He waits....... ..................................................................... And then bolts down to the ring! The fans go ballistic as the Rock slides in the ring and within a god damn mutha fuckin micro second is ALREADY unloading allllllll ooooovvverrrrrrrr The One Armed Bandit! He hits him with a left, a right, a left, then a flurry of lightening fast rights..... and then...... lifts back his hand in the air.... turns his head..... grabs the people's package with his left hand and spits on the people's right hand..... and lays the smack down sending One Armed Bandit over the top rope! Now it's time for El Buchionacho. The Rock stares him down across the ring. El Buchawhatever stares back... looking ready to take a bite out of the Rock's strudel. The Rock gets a sickened look on his face, but then simply raises his hand and signals for El Buchio to ....... BRING IT! He charges The Rock, The Rock ducks and sticks El right in one of his fat ass rolls. The Rock begins to nail him over and over with hard rights as every inch of fat on El Bubba's body is jiggling like Jell-o! The Rock takes a step back as El Buchionacho is dazed... and he begins to wiggle just like him as the fans go nuts!!! AND I MEAN NUTS! The Rock brings the people's hand up, spits on it with the people's SPIT, and lays the smack down alllll over El Buchionacho and sends him down to the canvas, almost caving it in! The Rock waits as he rolls around and gets to his feet. The Rock sets up and ..... THE ROCK BOTTOM!!!!! THE RING CAVED IN!!!!! EL BUCHIOONACHO AND THE ROCK ARE BOTH UNDER THE CANVAS AFTER FALLING THROUGH!!!!!! The fans are in complete awwwwwe. There is no movement from within the hole in the ring, but suddenly the Rock's head pops up as the fans "pop" along with the site of him! They cheer so loud that some old ladie's glasses crack! The Rock jumps out of the hole and calls for a mic. One is thrown to him as he stands still in the ring, looking out into the fans. He remains motionless as the cheers only INCREASE!!! Just when it seems the building is about to crumble from the noise... The Rock lifts his hand and it .......... stops! The entire arena is quiet. The Rock waits a few seconds. He lifts the mic, inch by inch, closer to the people's mouth. Then...... he begins.

Finally......... The Rock.. has come back... to the C................
AHEM...... FINALLY....... The Rock has come back to the C.................
*COUGH* FINALLY THE ROCK HAS COME BACK TO THIS SEA OF NON TALENTED, OUT OF SHAPE, RETARDED ASS FUCKIN' GODDAM MONKEY NUT LICKIN' LOSERS!!!!!!!

The fans begin to tear the roof off as their cheers turn to jeers and boos, but The Rock continues.

That's right... For all of the guys in the back, from Maverick, Little Demo, and Roller, all the way up to BIG GAY AL! Oh wait... I'm thinking of the old CCWF, the one that had at least SOME talent. Well guess what, now that Shane "I @#%$ dead goats" Carver has opened the CCWF, THE ROCK... IS BACK IN! Last time I was in the CCWF it was being run by some piece of shit named King Coopa or Cooper or some stupidass shit like that. The guy that was handing the titles to his faggotass fruitcake friends! I think Sewaside said it best when he said Brand's dick is shoved so far down King Coopa's throat that........ um......... I forget the rest but it was a damn good saying! That is all dead and gone now though. The time has come for The Rock to lay the smack on every ass that comes his way! The Rock knows.. his time has come.

He stops, raises the people's eyebrow, and lifts one finger..

But.... The Rock also knows there is a chance that some of the superstars here in the CCWF will see someone like the Great One.. and want to keep him down. They might want to try and get rid of The People's Cock faster than The Rock can say "strudel is not for Steve Sayors." Well The Rock says this; come one come all, come on Cyren and come on Reptile, come on Centurion you f'n pedofile! Maybe T-Kid and Money-Money will double team, or maybe Anya Nsain will bring the whip cream! Each and every superstar that crosses me I'll take my boot, shine it up real nice, turn that son of a bitch sideways.. AND SHOVE IT RIGHT UP EACH AND EVERY LAST ONE OF THEIR CANDY ASSES! It won't matter who it is. Maybe someone new or maybe someone from the past! Hell, it might be Smoke, Cooper, Billy "The Fuckin' faggot", Shane Carver, Al, Greggo, Rinaldo, Stephan, some fat ass named Bubba, or for all I care some transvestite named Butch! IT DOESN'T MATTER WHO IT IS THAT'S AGAINST THE ROCK! The Rock is here for one reason and one reason only. That reason is to kick some god damn ass and rise straight to the top here in the CCWF! The fans know I can do it... the owners know I can do it... THE ROCK knows he can do it.... now all that's left is for me to get... my chance. I see that an event is coming up Wednesday from what I hear. The people's ear could be wrong but I think that is when it is. Now, I want to be in a match.. any kind of match. It can be a street fight, a cage match, a flamming casket match, a flamming faggot match, a candy cane up your ass match, or a take your opponent all the way down know your role blvd, and down jabroni drive, and check him into the SMACKDOWN HOTEL match! The Rock doesn't care what kind of match it is. Add me to the Reptile vs. Psychoren match! Add me to the tournament so I can beat the shit out of Kid "@#%$ @#%$ @#%$ @#%$ @#%$ @#%$" Money! Hell, you can even add The Rock in a new match for all I care! Put me up against anyone. I do know that no one ever likes to accept challenges though, so I won't be surprised when nobody steps up in this federation full of putrid pussies!!

The fans begins to boo louder as The Rock mouths off to them.

Whoa, and The Rock means... WHOA!!! Hold up right there. The People's Champ doesn't mean anything by it, I was just stating a fact. The Rock just gets upset when he knows that he has to WAIT to entertain all of you great fans out there who LOVE The Rock with all your hearts!

Some of the fans begin to cheer.

Commentator 1: I can't believe this, they're buying it!

Commentator 2: Oh, you know you love the Rock too, admit it!

Commentator 1: No! I hate the Rock!

The Rock stands in the ring as some chants of his name start to echo through the air along with the masses of cheering mixed with booing. He raises his hand and the noise stops.

Let The Rock add one last thing. Left Nut Larry, Hardcore Joblow, Psychoren, The State Puff Marshmellow Man, The Jolly Green Giant, or WHOEVER else I might end up stepping into the ring with. Let me warn you, when you step into the ring with The Rock, you're going to have your ass beaten, kicked, bruised, and then handed to you on a silver platter. You can't stop...CAN'T SSSSTOP .. THE ROCK!!!!! IF YA SMEEEEEELLLLLALALALALALALALAAAOOOOOWWWW..... WHAT THE ROCK... IS.... COOKIN'!!!!!!!!!!

The Rock's music hits once again as the fans go insane. The Rock climbs the ropes and lifts his head into the air as he shuts his eyes and inhales deeply. He pauses, holds his breath, and jumps down. He repeats the process on each turnbuckle before exiting the ring and heading up the ramp as the jeers and cheers continue relentlessly.