The hero wrestler enters the stadium to hear the 50 thousand screaming fans chanting "Rocky, Rocky, Rocky", and it reaffirms his desires to crush the Mcmahan-Helmsley faction once and for all. His heart is furiously pumping through his veins of steel, with each beat a new found sense of purpose pulsates through his 350 pound frame. For he is the peoples champion, and he will show the people that good will overcome evil, especially now that he has secretly aligned himself with the great legendary Hulkster.

He stares down his foes who are all ready in the ring, and immediately his heart beats 10 paces faster and the adrenalin begins to surge through his veins, and he suddenly decides it is time to make the 60 degree head tilt for optimum position for the retrieval of the scents of electric charged emotion that is for none other than him...The ROCK. With eyes wide open in furious attention to the moment, he angrily purses his lips upon on another and slowly but surely tilts his intricately tended head to the south, meticulously taking in every molecule of reverence his adoring fans in all corners of the stadium have for him, and at the precise moment he has completed the thorough scan of the arena with his primal senses.

He notices the camera to his left and jerks his head to glare at his fans who are witnessing his greatness from the comfort of their couches. He stares into the glass camera tube with unprecedented intensity, physically assuring his loyal subjects that the evil ones will not prevail this time, for he has become aligned with Hollywood Hogan, who knows all the dirty tricks in the book of human butchery. No matter how many thugs the dirty dogs will bring forth from under the stones of their wicked lair, the hero will crush their candy asses.

So he gives his speech to the punk ass cheap shots, intricately describing the methodology he is destined to utilize for the purposes of dismantling once and for all his arch enemies. The great one finishes his speech, weights through the customary retort of the hideous hooligan known as triple H, but the smart ass comments and the sneering of his foes friends only serves their own demise, for it completes the adrenaline circulation to peak among all his pores in mountains of seeping rage, and the persed lips give way to snarling shinny teeth, and in one instantaneous flash he rips his cool shades from his brow, tosses them amongst the depth of the sea of admirers, and charges full force into the midst of those who so deserve destruction.

He dives head first under the ropes, but in his anger he momentarily forgets there are half a dozen feet fortified by bulging muscles weighting to unfairly stomp the vigor out of him once again, and our hero takes a brutal beating. But the chanting becomes louder and just as the jealous gang of hatred think they have succeeded, and the old man comes in for the final blow to the upper vertebrae of our hero; in a sudden flash of furious intent, he clutches the foot of the now deeply troubled McMahon senior, and performs a mind bogglingly quick kick to his groin, sending him flying out of the ring in unconscious disqualification of honor.

In one movement, THE ROCK leaps to his feet and single armedly plows down the charging gang known as X factor one by one by one, over and over and over again, until they are all stumbling in a daze of imminent defeat. Now he sets his sights on the Big one with long locks of yellow fibers uglifically scattered about is oversized temple of neanderthalic despicability, and graps him heaving him into the sky and dives head first with his opponent taking the blunt of the blow and falling into a state of stupor.

It is now time to dance around the ring, stop above the fallen monster, take one last sniff of victory from the emotional charge of the crowd, and BODY SLAM! But just then, the goons have somehow regained their bearings, locked arms , and double team changed the hero, blasting his neck and sending him careening towards the canvas at extreme velocity. Now our hero is once again being unfairly outnumbered, and can't get up on the grounds that feet keep coming upon his skull, and his vision becomes a steady stream of stars as if he is in the Millennium Falcon escaping from the dark forces.

But the Rock isn't escaping from anything right now, all he is aware of at this juncture is the sensation of being lifted to his feet and helped in place by something behind him. He begins to sense a large object coming down from the sky at him, and before he can comprehend what it might be, he feels an explosion against his head, and his now dismantled frame bounces off the ground and a white light appears with grandma becoming him to come on over. But unbeknownst to him his fortunes have taken a turn for the better. There is an explosion from the end of the arena, and 50 foot high flames burst into the air, signifying the presence of some hugely important individual.

A thick blanket of fog creeps from the funnel of champions, and as all eyes are veered in that direction, trying to make out the identity of the mammoth figure standing amongst the midst, and as the smoke clears they see a giant leopard skin robe, and then light begins reflecting off the 500 intricately placed discs of diamond. Then the smoke commences to clear from the head of the enigmatic monstrosity, and the giant golden round sunglasses, surrounded by, yes, the long straight light blond hair growing off the sides of a shiny bald head. Yes, we all know now, HULKAMANIA has begun!

And all members of the ecstatic spectators are chanting Hulkester, Hulkster, Hulkster But there is no time for introductions, for his partner in the quest for the liberation of justice is in serious trouble and needs assistance in a tremendously sad show of unconscious agony. So the savior strips himself of his wears, and hands them to his small assistant who is now visible to the masses, and trots at an intimidating display of powerful presence in the direction of the squared circle. As he arrives at his destination at the ropes, he is met by the agile ex-pac ready to kick him in the head before he can enter. But as the foot comes, instead of making contact with the head of the legendary one, it touches down to a pair of finely tuned oak arms, which proceed to twist the legs in such a way as to real in the fuselage of the foolish victim, and almost as soon as contact has been accomplished, the smaller man finds himself spinning helplessly about the famous golden head. After a few twirls of grandeur, displaying the helpless and weak one for all to see, he tosses the girly man into the midst of his iniquitous friends conveniently banging heads with his friend the dirty road god, and knocking them both unconscious for the duration of the competition.

The Hulkster now had a new challenge before him, and it came not only in the form of heaping sinews of strength symbolized by three consecutive H's, but an enraged muscle man of many years with the surname of McMahon. Due to the fact that he was outnumbered, he was now out of his league and out of grace, because the two devil people encroached upon our large friend and began a brutally systematic manifestation of destructive man handling maneuvers like the double dunch crunch, demolition destroyer, and dissolving dessimator in despicable and indescribable ways. But a miracle happened at the perfect moment, just as the two had our hero upon a table outside the ring, and triple H was about to swan dive upon the Huckster's broken heap of beaten flesh, the ROCK regained vigor at the behest of the fans and leapt to his feet and captured triple H's own legs out from under his, and causing his chest to plunge upon the sparsely padded ring corner, momentarily knocking him out of breath, he leapt over the ropes towards McMahon whose's first name is Vince. Little Vincy knew he was in trouble now, and ran away from Rocky around the ring like a frightened wittow bunny wabbit.

All of the excitement somehow resurrected the vibrations of...HULKAMANIA, and he too leapt to his feet, but no sooner than H triple was upon his feet, at in one instant the two warriors locked eyes, raised brows, displayed their teeth, flexed their muscles, and charged upon each other like two rams to the charging party. They abused each other blow by bow by blow by blow, and it seemed as though they were evenly matched. Meanwhile the rock had captured his prey and performed a never before seen act of violence upon the poor old man by clenching his ears and thrusting his head upon the noggin of McMahon, not once as Andre the Giant's custom, or twice, or twenty times, but 65 times until his victims arms were flailing about uncontrollably like a rag doll, making it clean and clear he was no longer awake, and the blood began to spew out of the head of the once proud father of the two girls who had now jumped upon Rocky's back. But were giving him more of a massage than a beating, and when he was done with his work he released his grips and allowed the defeated one to finally collapse to the ground like a demolished skyscraper. Then in a sudden head jerk he looked towards the carnage taking place between the two Goliaths a the other side of the ring, raised his left eye brow in a display of excited interest, jerked his head up to the crowd to take in the chanting and get juiced up for the attack, and darted forth to aide his friend with the help of a steel chair. But just as he arrived on the scene, he stopped, glared back at the crowd, and then he used his God given tools of muscle bound flesh and grabbed his arch enemies arms and pulled them behind, allowing the Hulkster to complete his art of sculpting the bad man back into the formless heap of which he once was, and the two of them tossed triple H into the ring. As the Hulkster set up the table and plopped his meat upon its deck, the rock perched atop the ring corner, took one last sniff of victory, and gracefully swan dived upon Helmsley, snapping his body and the table like a couple of candies, and to the cheer of the fans the referri counted to three without even them having to hold him down.

The end