"The Rock got shook up by a prep school thug"

John Cena: "I thought you guys would be excited. Okay, now we at least got a little bit of excitement in the building. I mean, this place is packed. We have people behind the scoreboard. I don't think we can fit anybody else in this building. And I know why, I know why. Because finally The Rock is back! No, no, no, no, no, no. Finally The Rock is back. The real Rock. The Rock that I need to face at WrestleMania. He has been all over Boston today, giving history lessons. I've seen 'em just like you guys. They are exciting. They are entertaining. They are electrifying. They are everything The Rock needs to be!

It's exciting if you sift through all the infomercial yelling, and behind the sunglasses and the dramatic headwhips, what's The Rock really saying? I mean, if you saw last week I stood in this ring face to face with The Rock, told him exactly what my problem was and exactly what I'ma do about it. But what's The Rock saying about me? He is obsessed with breakfast serial. He makes fun of the way that I look. He talks about his Clydesdale or Stonewall Jackson or whatever he's calling his penis. And he talks about how many girls he's had sex with. Wait a second, wait, wait. Am I fighting The Rock at WrestleMania or am I fighting The Situation from the Jersey Shore? This guy is trying way too hard. He is a vodka mixer and a Corvette away from a full mid-life crisis.

You know, on top of that, did any of you guys see last week? For the first time in the illustrious career of The Rock he was shook up. I mean, damn was he shook. He came down to this ring and wasted twenty minutes on some stupid hashtag Twitter thing. And then I came out. And after I left he was stumbling on his words like he was left out in the middle of winter. D-d-dwayne, R-r-rock, Rock, s-s-same person. He wasn't sounding like The Rock, he was sounding like the Rainman. I mean, the Michael Jordan of the mic, the Babe Ruth of the game, the Great One? The untouchable Dwayne Johnson shook. But who could have done it? Who was the man with the smoking gun in his hand? It sounds unbelievable, but The Rock got shook up by a prep school thug with no balls that dresses like a Wonder Woman transvestite.

I mean, seriously, take a look head to toe. Drink this in. I look rediculous. I'm wearing orange and silver shoes with black socks. That ain't even the worst part. I came out to talk to you people tonight and I'm wearing kneepads. Kneepads to talk to you. There's ten thousand jokes right there. But The Rock was shaken down. And now a week later after he's been hearing 'You still got it, Rock', he's all over the city and apparently he's got that University of Miami swagger back. Oh, The Rock is back! [Im Publikum wird's unruhig] I don't say Boston College, 'cause if it was BC we were doing keg stands and headbutting people. That's how we do it over here. But he's got that University of Miami swagger back, and wants to waltz on down and meet me face to face in the middle of this ring.

Personally, personally, personally for The Rock I think it's a bad idea, 'cause lately his best stuff has been either pre-recorded or via satellite. But for me, for me I thinks it's a great idea, 'cause I need to know who's gonna show up at WrestleMania. Is it the dude who wastes twenty minutes to talk about Chinese takeout? Or is it the greatest Superstar in the history of the WWE? You all don't understand, I need this just like you need this. And my fingers are crossed that in a few seconds we hear the music, we hear 'If you smell' and out that ramp comes The Rock! Not Dwayne Johnson. Not some dude who's trying to defend his actions. The Rock. The eyebrow raisin', trail blazin', jabroni beatin', pie eatin', whatever the hell he's calling himself. I NEED THE ROCK! Because I don't wanna beat the second best at WrestleMania.

Do y'all wanna see The Rock back tonight? He said, he's been talking trash all over the city and said he was gonna end up right here tonight. Would you like to see him face to face in the ring with me? I would too. Let's see who's gonna show up for WrestleMania! Bring out The Rock!" [dessen Musik erklingt nun und er stapft energisch zum Ring]

The Rock: "Don't think that The Rock's not gonna come out in the middle of this ring here at the TD Garden with the history that The Rock has in this city and not say one more time: Finally The Rock has come back to Boston! I said I was gonna come in here, I was gonna look you in the eye. I was gonna tell the world what I see. Fear. Fear that I'm taking everything away. Fear that everything you worked hard for in the last ten years when I beat your ass at WrestleMania, it all goes away. I see the fear in your eyes, John. The Rock hears the fear and doubt in your words. I see right through you. I see right through. You think you shook my confidence? Look at me. You think you shook The Rock's confidence? The Rock has never ever ever been more confident about anything in his life." [Tooth Fairy-Sprechchöre werden laut]

John Cena: "I know we're really close to Tewksbury, Mass, but you're all are chanting Tooth Fairy, right?"

The Rock: "You understand something about me, John. Understand this: You strip away WrestleMania, you strip away the glitz, the glamour, the lights, you strip away Hollywood, the movies, the fame, you strip away the catchphrases, you strip away trending worldwide, you strip it all away. Look at me. You strip it all away..."

John Cena: "If we do..."

The Rock: "...at The Rock's core..."

John Cena: "...what do you got?"

The Rock: "...at The Rock's core..."

John Cena: "If we strip it away, what do you got?"

The Rock: "...The Rock is six-foot-four, 265 pounds of man that will rip your throat out! At your core you will always be a little boy who will go down in history always as The Rock's bitch!" [mit diesen Worten zieht The Rock sich wieder zurück. Während er den Ring verläßt, schreibt Cena sich etwas auf den Unterarm]

John Cena: "You know what? His height and weight doesn't intimidate me one bit. I don't care if he is six... what did he say? [er guckt auf seinen Unterarm] I don't care if he's six-foot-four, 265 pounds. The point is, he said he's gonna rip my throat out. And that's exactly he's gonna have to do to beat me! The Rock has other options. At WrestleMania my back is against the wall. Rock, as usual you were half right. If you beat me I lose everything. But if you think for one second I am afraid of you than not only you lost your confidence but you lost your damn mind! Alright, alright, alright, alright. So Captain Catchphrase says that at WrestleMania he makes history by making me his bitch. Once again he's have it half right. You see, at WrestleMania I'm the son-of-a-bitch that's making history by whipping The Rock's ass!"