Here the Elite Champion sits…The Great One, in a black leather rotating computer chair, there he sits…and that was all that you needed to know.
The Rock: “Some would say that while cutting promotional videos such as these the setting was everything. Whether this is true or not ultimately depends on the viewer. Yes, it always depends on the viewer, doesn’t it? There are two different types of people when it comes down to viewing something…those who watch, and those who listen.”
He would sigh, a deep, drawn out sigh before taking a drag from his cigar and slowly letting the smoke escape his lungs.
The Rock: “No, The Rock doesn’t smoke. However, it would appear that in society today the only way to get a meaningful message across to your audience is to have a smoke in your hand while doing so. The Rock actually hates the damn things, although if that’s what it will take to get HIW fan’s to get their hands off their dick’s and pay attention to something other than the industry of pornography and other ‘feel good’ substances then so be it.”
“The people’s champion and current Elite Champion isn’t here to boost about how the Rock went into the chamber the least favorite to walk out with the championship, and sits here with the Elite Championship around his waist. Not at all, The Rock isn’t here to give a big thank you to the boy wonder Jeff Hardy, Not at all. You see Jeff was out there to get himself a little dish of Vendetta, The Rock just took advantage of a slam dunk! You see The Rock is here to let the reprehensive of the Fab five Chris Jericho know that he doesn’t impress the rock just because he carry‘s a brief case. Hell all the rock knows that brief case could hold your hair products! When ever you cash your chance in Jericho, The Rock will be ready to hand you the ass kicking of a lifetime!”
“The Rock won’t sit here and bore you with his philosophies on why this is so, nor will I debate with you on the topic of whether or not my statement is true. You have your own mind, you make the decision for yourself-no one said you had to agree with me, heavens knows your only here to disagree, after all I’m just the NEW ELITE CHAMPION, what the hell does the Rock know?”
“…Oh, and I hope that didn’t detect any sarcasm in that last statement, and if you did I apologize. That last statement couldn’t be anymore true. ‘I’m just the ELITE CHAMPION, what…the hell…does the Rock know?’ Nothing, The Great One know’s nothing at all. He has his opinions, his philosophies, his agreements as well as the Rock’s disagreements on certain topics, and yet for some reason, The Most Electrifying Man in sports entertainment knows just as much as any legend of HIW does, absolutely nothing.”
Grinning
“Were all so damn ignorant around here, us superstars of the HIW. We receive so much attention, when we really don’t deserve it at all. Our minds are feeble, yet we get paid by the millions so that people can hear us speak. We have all the attention in the world, yet no freaking idea what to do with it. Well bravo, brav-freaking-o my fellow athletes of the HIW, The Rock doesn’t know about all of you, but The Rock is here to do something with that undeserved attention. The Elite Champion is here to make himself deserving of the attention that millions of fans will bestow upon the great one, The Rock is here to make a show, create a name for the lackluster Elite Championship, and give you more bang for your buck.”
“I’m The Rock, Your Current Elite Champion, and for now…well, that’s all that you need to know.”
“If you smmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeelllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllloooooowwww what the Champ….Is Cooking!”
FADE
