Dreary vs. The Rock

[Cid Black]

Jonathan Dreary Against The Rock

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Hardcore Match
3 Rps Each[/center]

Jonathan hit 3 RPS. No more for him!

[jonathindreary]

The match had been made. Dreary was under no circumstances ready for it, though. He had so much on his mind. Not even seven days ago his belt had been taken from him, and now he had to deal with the man who'd ruined him. Well he had ways of delivering messages to people. First he would save his Money in the Bank breifcase. The very same breifcase he now stood staring solemnly at. He needed to think.

You have cost me the grief of a lifetime. I earned you in my yard, and we now have one less superstar to worry about. I fully welcome Chris Majors to rest in piece, but now is not the time to worry about those as low as himself.

Scott Willis. CJ Sanderson. Boxer. And now Chris Majors all have one thing in common. They were all taken from us for this one moment. I now have my moeny-in-the-bank match victory. I have now proved that in my own yard, none can defeat me no matter the numbers and no matter the odds. I have allowed many to rest in piece. Now I must silence...

Jonathin Dreary turns toward the camera, revealing his eyes are rolled back. A sign he fully meant business.

The Rock. The people's champion. People see you, and they think of wrestling. People see wrestling and they think of you. But what I do is more than wrestling. I end careers. I end people. And this week, I will end you.

You mocked me. You, an actor, mocked your better. You've been out of your element for years now, and no amount of training in a gym will put you at my level in two weeks. Face it, Rock. The only jabroni is you, making a fool of yourself by entering the ring with the Mad Maestro of the ScW. You won countless matches at the WWE. But this is bigger than that. We come to ScW not because we're welcomed, but because we know that we're the best. I plan on making a message out of you to that pathetic owner Cid Black.

There have been those that say not to mess with the boss. Well I think it wise to say not to mess with the boss' biggest star. Even if you are the boss. Cid Black, you were lucky to get these stars out of the nooks and cranny you found and build them into the greatness that represents you. But now you've dug yourself a hole in a yard that is no longer your own.

Nobody says this ring belongs to you anymore, and I have a perfect reason why. This is MY yard now. And when other children of the dark come to play in the graveyard, they're taken into the abyss that is hell, where you will be dragged, and where you will lose your soul. I am serving you a full challenge. Bring bodyguards. Bring troops from wars that mankind shouldn't fight one-another with but are trained so well to. Bring your friends and family. None will hold me back when I meet you. I free you to do your worst until Gold Rush, but when that day comes, I want YOU in my yard.

One.
on.
One.

The lights dimmed and Dreary's eyes came back between flickers. He wasn't done.

Then there's my tag team partner. Kenny Kasual. The Natural. The man who Kasually sold out to me, and made it look so natural to steal away my holy grail of hardcore.

Kenny, our match will come back. But while I have my briefcase, and you have a belt I can challenge for any day... beware. When the tournament ends, you will Rest In Peace!

[20pack]

Prologue

The Rock left the wrestling business a long time ago to embark on a movie career, and even when it was very successful, it didn’t offered the same satisfaction as when he was in the ring, performing infront of his millions and millions of fans. So, He decided to come back to feel that satisfaction again. And tonight The Rock will finally make his return and even when it won’t be easy, he know that he’ll leave the ring as the winner. But that will be later, right now The Rock will adress the audience for the second time here on ScW



All the sounds in the arena are turned into cheers when the legendary phrase “If you Smell” hits the PA system



The Rock's Music plays and the crowd erupts at the impending arrival of the people's champion The Rock. The crowd are watching the black curtains hoping to see The Rock appear as the black curtains go back and forth all of a sudden The Brahma Bull appears walking through the black curtains and raising his hand in salute the crowd in his usual manner as the crowd erupts in to loud cheers towards The Rock. The Rock makes his way to the ring walking down the ramp. He climbs the ring steps, walks across the apron and climbs the turnbuckle from the outside raising his hand. The Rock gets into the ring and climbs the other turnbuckles doing his usually ring entrance where he raises his hand and looks very cocky. The Rock takes the announcer’s microphone and awaits the music and the crowd's cheers to die down before he begins to speak

Finally the Rock has comeback...To Sin on Sunday

The crowd gives another huge cheer as the Rock shows the people’s eyebrown to the camera

Tonight the Rock has his first test here in ScW, Tonight is the night when the Rock will finally have his return match, and he will have it against a tough competitor, the man who a week ago was the gambler’s champion, the man who at blackjack became the first ever Money in the Bank winner, Jonathan Dreary

The Crowd gives mixed reaction when they hear the Mad Maestro's name

Dreary, The Rock heard what you told about him, the Rock heard that you think you can be the one who ends the Rock’s career, The Rock heard that you think you can ruin the Rock’s big return night, and the Rock’s got a question for you, you really think you can beat the great one? Is that what you think? Well, news for you my friend, it doesn’t matter what you think!! because the only thing that matters is that tonight the Rock will enter to this ring and shut your mouth by laying the smacketh down on your candy ass!!!

The Rock waits until the crowd stops cheering to speak again, but when he lifts the mic to start, he is interrupted by the fans who start to chant Rocky!! Rocky!! over and over as The Rock looks around the arena

Jonathan, The Rock is very disappointed with you, The Rock tought you will be the perfect rival to debut against but he changed his main when he heard you giving excuses about why you might lose tonight, you said "oh, I’m not ready for my match against the Rock, I have a lot of things on my main, he’s gonna ruin me tonight, oh, oh" shut your mouth, be a man and stop crying like a little bitch!! because tonight you’re getting in the people’s ring with the people’s champ and that means you have to be focused or you will end with your monkey ass really hurted

Dreary, even when the Rock has lost the respect he felt for you and even when you said nothing but pure crap, there’s something you’re right about, this company is much bigger than WWE and The Rock knows it. But that doesn’t mean the Rock can’t reach to the top of ScW as he did on the WWE, because no matter what the place is, The Rock will always…be…the great one, and that means he can be the best in any company no matter how big this is. And tonight after the dust settles and after all the smoke fades away, the Rock will be standing in this ring with his hand raised as a signal of victory

If you ssssmmmeeeeelllllll…What the Rock…is…cooking!!!

[jonathindreary]

Dreary walked out, holding his breifcase with his right hand, and sliding his thumb across his throat with his left. He had his eyes rolled back and a scowl on his face. When the crowd saw him they immediately began to cheer.

M-I-T-B Dreary Dreary Dreary!
M-I-T-B Dreary Dreary Dreary!
M-I-T-B Dreary Dreary Dreary!

Jonathin held his hand up from his neck, open palm, fingers out, and signalled for them to stop. There was was much enthusiasm in them from when he'd won the first ever ScW Money in the Bank ladder match challenge. He was practically already in the hall of fame. He might as well have created the match for ScW. That's why he came out here. BECAUSE he was becoming the face of a darker ScW. BECAUSE he did win that MITB challenge. He needed that lecture from The Rock. But not as badly as the Rock needed to understand how badly a man like Jonathin Nazerith Dreary could hurt a man fresh from hollywood. There was no hope for scum who played wrestling like it was a hobby. The kind of men who didn't sweat to get what they want. And that's what the Rock was. A man who was handed fame and fortune on a silver platter. There was no excusing his insolence.

My dearest opponent. It seems that you are well out of your league, your comfort zone, and your mind if you are so delirious as to state that you would not only beat some sense into my rather primal backside, but also state that I would be anywhere near as low as to be your rival as the moment passes. I welcome you to back up anything you have said come sunday, but there will be nothing left of you when "the smoke clears and the dust settles". You are lesser than me. You are lesser than my back-stabbing tag-partner, and you are lesser by existance, than ScW.

You come here and challenge me for my title. You are nothing near my level, dearest peon. I welcome the weak to worship me, but never one so weak as you. And I would never have you disgrace my name with your hopes and dreams of our rivalry. I respect your past accomplishments, but that is all they are and forever will be. Past accomplishments. You're a has-been. Not a will-be. The only will-be in your respective nature is "resting in peace".

As for your thoughts toward my reasoning as to my complaining ponderances... let yourself be favored by withholding your next few thoughts. I will give you that after the super-powerbomb Kenny Kasual supplied me with, and the mental back-breaker Cid Black threw my way, I am NOT in one-hjundred percent condition. But there was never any words spewing from my vocabulary that you would defeat me just because three quarters of what I am is beaten or enraged. I can beat the hypocrites of this federation with fifteen percent of what I am. I can defeat the bigots with five percent of my effort. But to defeat a hypocritical bigot with no mind or physique, would take me less than one percent of my physical manifestation.

You are not capable of defeating me, Rock. You were the Great One. You are not. You WERE the people's champ. You are not. You were in condition to defeat me back in the good old days when I was younger and you were in your prime. You are not. Now.

So please, accept that nothing you do will ever amount to my accomplishments. You can not win the money in the bank challenge at your level of skill. You can not hold the gambler's championship at your level of skill. And you cannot do what I'm doing now, and beat a superstar who was once so famous as you were. You will never amount to a damn bit of fecile matter at your current standing. It has been and will continue to be a downhill battle for the likes of you, and there is no way on earth you can ever beat me. If you wish to oppose me in my yard then be prepared. I will take your immortal soul if you do not bring your A game. I have done it to those before you.

If you wish to oppose me in my yard to make a name for yourself, there IS an acception. You will be known as the victom of Mr. Money in the Bank. Mr. Money in the Grave. Jonathin Nazerith Dreary. The Mad Maestro.

Those who are wise will always fear me.
Those who are dying will pray for and revere me.
Those who hold gold will bow before me.
I am the Maestro. Jonathin Dreary.

[20pack]

The fans are impatient to see what the Rock has to say to this man who’s been trash talking him. And after a few moments of waiting he finally gets the mic closer to his mouth to respond to his first opponent here on ScW

First of all Jonathin, The Rock’ doesn’t give a rat’s ass about you winning the Money in the bank, that is something that doesn’t concers to the Rock and that doesn’t impresses the Rock because you see, the Rock knows who you faced at Blackjack to win it, The Rock knows that every single men in that match, including you Dreary, was a non-talented monkey ass jabroni, and that’s why your big victory means nothing to the Rock. And in the future, when you come out to meet the Rock, don’t bring your little briefcase with you because otherwise, The Rock will take that briefcase, shine it up real nice, take the contract out of it, then keep shining it, maybe spit on it a little bit, turn that sum’bitch side ways and stick it straight up your candy ass!!! But you see, there’s something that you do that does impresses the Rock and it’s this

The Rock rolls back his eyes and passes his hand across his neck, showing his tongue and mocking Dreary while some laughs are heared on the crowd

Now, I think you misundertood the Rock, you think The Rock wants to have a rivalry with you? Is that what you think?......it doesn’t matter what you think!! The only thing that matters is that tonight you’re going ONE ON ONE WITH THE GREAT ONE, but that’s all you’re getting from the Rock, because after that, you will be out of the Rock’s picture. You see, the only reason why The Rock challenged you, is because you had the gambler’s championship and the Rock wanted it, and he wanted it so badly that that night, while The Rock was sleeping, he was practicing what to tell you on his dreams, The Rock was like this “you’re just a roody-poo. Stupid monkey ass jabroni. Shut your mouth and know your role” But now that you don’t have it anymore, that’s over for the Rock, now for the Rock, you’re just another guy filling out the ScW roster

Dreary, you say the Rock is no longer a will be, you say he’s a has been, but the matter of the fact is this, The Rock has been, is, and will continue to be without a shadow of a doubt the most electrifying man in sports entertaiment and if The Rock says he’ll be back on top, he will be…back…on…top. And here’s an advice for you, don’t talk crap about the Rock because if you do, The Rock will take you down Know Your Role Boulevard, which is on the corner of Jabroni Drive, and check you directly into the Smackdown hotel!!! And you will check out of it only after you have dinner on the candy ass café and after you get a present from The Rock which is his fist on your mouth and his foot on your ass!!

Jonathin, you want to come to the people’s ring and talk trash about the people’s champ and to say that you’re going to show to the people that the Rock can’t beat you because he's no wrestler anymore, well let the Rock tell you something, you 300 pounds dark bag of grade "A" monkey crap, tonight in this very ring and in front of the millions…and millions…of the Rock’s fan, the great one is going to show you that he’s better than ever, and, you know when you will realize about that? You will realize about that when my foot gets lost deep inside your candy ass!!! And The Rock says this, tonight when that moment comes, you will regret of all what you’re saying

[jonathindreary]

Jonathin Dreary had never left the ring. And now he had to stare face-to-face with the man who’d had so much to say. The Once Great One. The Once People’s Champ. The Brahma Bull that needed to be put down. There was no way Dreary would stand for what this man had to say. He looked. Every wave of the hand, every variation of levels that his voice reached in his rant. The crowd’s responding and laughter, and boos. Everything was entering Jonathin’s head all at the same time. But now it was all brought with a thought.

Voices in Dreary‘s head

Kill ‘im. I say, govna’, it’s a million quid idea. At least a million quid. Maybe a million pounds. Kill ‘im now! Black and Crimson.

Eat him. Gut him and eat him while he‘s still screaming.

Quite obsolete,, the very idea! Don‘t kill them man. He‘s done nothing but assert himself and stand his ground. Kill his family!

A number of other voices raged out at once. They all began blurring together. Dreary just stood there, staring at the Rock. They were good ideas. A hypocritical jabroni did need to die. But to kill was illegal. He’d have to beat him in the ring to the point the wished he was dead. That would be just as rewarding. Jonathin Nazerith Dreary blinked away these thoughts, hiding them all in the back of his mind. The same place where he was famous among said voices for hiding them.

You seem He started with a very calm demeanor. The same one that he’d had the entire time he had been outside of a match. To have a lot of personality about you.

There’s the serious side. The side that will be my victom in that ring to give a message to Cid Black. The man who screwed me, and you. Not only did he take my belt from me upon winning my money-in-the-bank match, but he also quite surprisingly screwed you by putting you in a match against a demon of darkness. A Mad Maestro. A man who would just as soon juggle the souls he’s collected and add to his list by destroying both his own tag-team partner and Cid Black than wrestle against a nobody that seems to have come back to the ring for one more year or two of hideous defeat. Cid ruined your chances by putting you in a match against me for your first match.

There’s the overconfident side. THAT side will cause you to make mistake after mistake and lose your match one…two…three. That is the side of you that seems to think it can hold it’s own against me. The side that makes you forgetful. You have already stated that you had once thought I’d be the perfect rival for the likes of you. Now you seem to have misplaced the reminiscence that you’re a damned man who dared to oppose me verbally by putting yourself above me in My Yard.

There’re other sides though. It’s unfortunate for your Attention Deficit Disorder that I have much more to say. There’s the side of you that seems to have an obsession. I’m sure you’re familiar with it. The side I speak of, nay the obsession I speak of…

Is asses. It has become apparent that you can’t go many utterances without making a comment to my own, or another’s ass. Be it regarding my Money In The Bank shot, the men I’ve challenged, your love of candied ones, and the primal monkey asses. You seem to need to turn things sideways. Thrive on turning things sideway and sticking them up your opponents ass. Boots, breifcases, and other things from past matches. Though this seems to tie in with your mentioned dreams. I bring myself to wonder about the rather offending dreams you’ve had of me, regarding my own ass. I question your obsession more than anything other than my own sanity. You, my peonic opponent, are of not threat to me. Nor are you a threat to my “monkey” or “candy” ass. I don’t fear, revere, or adhere you. You and I are the equivalent to one million versus zero. If you are cleanly I bring the mildew, my peonic opposition. There is no comparing us without your loss. I bring to the world today a revolution that you cannot compete with. There are many Children of the Dark now, praising me. I thrive off of my victories and the souls I have taken. I have won more matches than you can ever compete with, and to date you have no prayer of competing with the likes of me. I am the dark. I can exist without light. Your light-hearted ways are naturally inferior to my eternal existence.

Dreary smiled, rolling his eyes in the back of his head, and slitting his thumb slowly across his throat again. He turned to exit the arena. His music “Fall into Sleep” began to blare loudly, screaming of falling into sleep. Of having a dream but nobody cares to listen. Nobody was listening to the Rock this time. None thought he would win when he came to play in the Mad Maestro’s yard. Now there was no victory for him to have.

Dreary went all the way to the end of stage before turning, mist rolling from the area around him. He slid his thumb across his throat one more time, lowered his tongue to his chin, and gave a toothy glare. He was the Demon of Dark. The Mad Maestro. He was not only the greatest wrestler this federation had to offer, but he had proved it by winning over a past champion whose soul he now owned. Boxer. He also won the MITB match, and was a past Gambler champion. He would not bow to this pathetic worm before him. He would not lose to anyone. He headed straight to Cid’s office. He still had something to say.

[20pack]

The show comes back from a commercial break and the screen is on the locker room. Then the Rock appears on the screen and the fans erupt in cheers. The Rock is putting on his elbow pads when suddenly the locker room’s door opens and Axel Rayne comes in with a mic on his hand

...::Axel Rayne::...
Rock, can I have a…

Rayne doesn’t finish because The Rock puts his hand on the mic and then takes it

...::The Rock::...
Finally, the Rock has comeback…to las vegas!!!

The crowd cheers loudly and start to chant Rocky!! Rocky!!

Now, who in the blue hell you think you are? Entering to the Rock’s…no, to the people’s locker room just like that. Didn’t mom and dady Rayne told you that you have to knock?...Don’t answer that. Look, I don’t know how the thing are with those other jabronis who call themselves wrestlers, but with the Rock is going to be different, so the Rock says go out there and knock, now. Oh, and don’t let the Rock’s door hit your monkey ass

Rayne goes out, closes the door and knocks

Who is it?

You’re kidding right?

The Rock said, who is it?

It’s me, Axel Rayne

Who?

Axel Rayne, I’m here to interwiew you

Sorry, The Rock doesn’t know you

Oh come on

Rayne opens the door and enters while some laughs can be heared from the Rock and the fans

Oh Axel, what’s up man? You wanna interwiew The Rock?

Yeah, whatever. Rock, we’re just moments away from your match and I just want to know what your thoughts are knowing that you’re facing the money in the bank winner Jonathin Dreary, in a hardcore match

Well Alex, The Rock doesn’t care if he’s going against Dreary and his little Mickey Mouse’s tattos, and most importantly, The Rock doesn’t care if he’s match is a hardcore match, and you wanna know why? Well let the Rock explain it to you with a little story. A few years ago, The Rock was dominating every single type of match he was in, except for one. So, Rock’s desire to be the best made him dicided to go and learn how to be better in those matches. And there was only one man good enough to taught the great one, and that man was no other than Mick Foley. But it wasn’t easy, the Rock was on a training where he was chair shooted, where he was hitted with a sledeghammer, where he passed trough many tables. And yes, there were moments where The Rock was about to give up, but on those moments the Rock remembered that say, what does not kill you make you stronger, and that’s exactly what happened. And after the training ended, The Rock was ready to be the best on hardcore matches

And that’s why Alex, the Rock doesn’t care if he’s on a hardcore match, because the Rock knows that he will walk out of the people’s ring as the winner. And like tonight there are no disqualifications, The Rock’s gonna take a sledgehammer or maybe kendo stick or maybe that money in the bank briefcase and shine it up real nice, turn that sum’bitch sideways and stick it straight up Jonathin Dreary’s candy ass!!!

If you ssmmmmeeeelllll..what the Rock..is..cooking

The fans go wild and The Rock walks away as the screen fades