*The crowd explode with cheers as the Rock's theme cuts off the words of Dean Ambrose. Rock then makes his way out from behind the curtain to huge ovation of chants and cheers from the crowd. Standing at the top of the stage, with a microphone in hand.. the Rock then whips off his glasses and begins to speak.*
Rock: For your information.. The guys in the back.*Rock points behind the curtain* They don't see you as any off those things.. they don't.
*Crowd look surprised with Rock's words.*
Rock: Rookie? Yeah sure. Untested, Moody? No.. no.. No! You want to know how those guys see you in the back? Does Montana want to know what the people in the back think of Dean Ambrose?
*Huge crowd cheer as the Rock smiles and Ambrose begins to fear the worst.*
Rock: When the name Dean Ambrose is brought up in the back.. the first words that can be heard are...
Who! In the blue hell.. is Dean Ambrose!!
*Crowd begin laughing as The Rock once more smiles at the crowd.*
Rock: So the Rock has to jump in and say, You know Dean Ambrose! Come on.. you must do! Dean Ambrose, the one with the stupid hair cut.. You know, looks like it's been done by Ray Charles! Oh come on.. you must know who he is.. He's the one that's been sneaking around here looking like the Hamburgler.
*The crowd once more cheer. Ambrose attempts to then speak but the Rock quickly drowns him out.*
Rock: Know your role and shut your damn mouth! The Great One was not done talking.
*Ambrose begins pulling on his hair in frustration as the crowd begin chanting "Rocky!" over and over.*
Rock: The Rock has heard you, each and every week.. over and over, talking about the plan? Well.. The Rock has a plan of his own. It's going to go something like this... It's the day of SummerSlam, The Rock wakes up in his room, he thanks god for everything he has done and prays that he can continue to live strong and continue to electrify the WWE Universe like only he can. Rock will then get up.. he will eat a stack of home-made pancakes before heading to the gym.
The Rock will then train like he's never trained before, each weight he lifts, he will have your monkey ass in his mind to urge him on. When the Rock's done there.. I will move on to the arena, will take the time to prepare my thoughts and then when the time comes. The Great One will make his way to the stage, he will enter and make his way down to ringside and then the Rock will take great pride and layeth the Smackdown on your candy ass!
From the stage, to the ring.. even to the crowd and arena, because this won't be a match Ambrose! Oh no! it won't be a match.. You want to fight? Well the Rock will be coming to fight! The Rock promises he will slap you, like he hopes the doctor slapped your momma when he seen how ugly you were, the Rock is going to slap you all over this arena.
Then when the Rock is done there, he will send you too Rock Bottom! Population, Dean Ambrose! He will then hit the most electrifying move in all of sports entertainment and follow it with the One!.... Two!... Three!...
Rock: I will then stand tall with the Team Bring it army and together we will celebrate the victory that the world knows is coming.. The Victory that you know is coming!
Then when it's all said and done! The Rock will move on.. and in a few months, everyone will know the name of Dean Ambrose! The world will know, Dean Ambrose was the guy that went after the Rock... Only for the Rock to have made him his BIATCH! *Crowd pop*
The time for talking is over.. Dean Ambrose you have what you wanted, the Rock now has what he wanted. At SummerSlam we will be defined by our actions and with the lord as my witness and the Millions.. *crowd join in* AND MILLIONS! of the Rock's fans by my side... I will beat you!
IF YOUUU SMEEEELLLLLLLL.... WHAT! THE ROCK! IS...... COOKING!
*Rock then walks down the ramp slowly, as the crowd makes a huge pop. He reaches ringside, as Ambrose drops the contract, and dares Rock to enter the ring. Rock slides into the ring, and goes nose to nose with Dean Ambrose, each talking smack to each other off mic*
Bischoff: Let's go Dean! You're here legally, so attack the Rock! Destroy him! Start the job tonight, and finish it at Summerslam!
*Dean smirks, before walking back a few steps. He picks up the contract, before leaving the ring slowly, keeping his eyes on the Rock. He shouts “It's only a matter of time!” , before the camera cuts to a commercial*