The fans, sure enough, chant "cookiepuss".
Punk: Be the puppets that you are! He got you chanting about ice cream the same way I did. Congratulation. They still don't get to win . You don't get to win.
Rock: They don't get to win? Oh they've already won! That's what you fail to realize. They won on the moment Rock woke up this morning at 4 am, sent his early morning tweet to the world, went to the gym clanging and banging, then drove up right through alligator alley so The Rock could stand here in the middle of this ring and proudly say THE ROCK HAS COME BACK TO TAMPA! You see Punk, it's not just that The Rock is back. It's why the Rock is back. The Rock is back to entertain them, to stop you, and after 10 long year The Rock is back to win that! He's watched the show. Every Monday Night Raw deceiving and backpedaling. You're lying. He'd be yelling at the screen for somebody to show this man a doctor because for a straight edge guy he looks like Popeye on crack! CM Punk. You have one of the most creative and innovative minds in the WWE. You became WWE Champion and also became one of the biggest jerks the world has ever seen. The Rock can look you in the eye and say with all the passion in his heart, don't ever say that the people don't matter. The people have always mattered. You're the one who doesn't matter.
Punk: Oh I matter, i'm the most successful-
Rock: IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU MATTER! The only thing that matters is that there's no way, and The ROck means no way, you're going to stop The Rock from becoming WWE Champion.
Punk and Rock circle one another. Punk then drops the title on the mat.
Punk: Unlike a lot of people i'm glad you're back. I don't care if you work here 16 days a year, 365 days a year, 1 day a year, i'll still kick you ass. Every time you wanna come back and grace us with your presence, i'm happy to kick you ass. You can make fun of my shirt and sing songs and rhyme and do your lame ass schtick. You have about three weeks to realize that i'm going to kick your ass. I'm the best in the world. You're playing little league with your insults and rhymes. I'm playing big league and swinging for the fences. Your insults are kid games. You can't leave a mark on the champ's face. Come Royal Rumble your arms will be just too short to box with God.
Rock: You may think that The Rock is boxing a God. But the Rock knows for a fact that you're going one on one with the great one. Don't you think that The Rock doesn't know how bad you are, how great you are. Rock knows that the last time we were in the ring you knocked Rock out with a GTS. But come 20 days, times' up. Here's what Rock wants you to do until then. Rock wants you to go home, look in the mirror and strip naked. Look at yourself, don't concentrate on your cookie puss, concentrate on your backside and lets see if you can find a spot for two more tattoos. On the left buttcheek he wants you to put snickers, M&Ms, all kinds of candy. And then on the other cheek he wants you to put a tattoo of Rock's boot so that you'll know that at the Royal Rumble the Rock is going to kick your candy ass!
The Rock grabs punk and delivers a Rock Bottom. Punk rolls out of the ring and clutches his title while Rock stares him down from inside the ring as the show comes to an end.
Credit: Ken Hill