The Rock: But there's one more man who The Rock wants to see. There's one more man who The Rock is gonna see. And that man[the lights in the arena blink off and on twice; Michael Cole smugly stands up from the commentator table]Michael Cole: [to the audience] Can I have your attention, please?[the audience jeers]Michael Cole: I have just received an e-mail from the anonymous Raw General Manager.The Rock: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Michael Cole, if you take one more step towards that computer, The Rock will get out of here and slap the taste so far out of your mouth you'll never get it back![the audience pops]The Rock: [Cole mouths something] Shut up! Michael Cole, you actually think that The Rock is just gonna let you walk over to that computer and interrupt him when he is live on Raw? Is that what you think? Do you actually think that any of us give a damn what your General Manager has to say?[the audience pops and begins a "Rocky" chant]The Rock: Michael Cole, is that what you think?Michael Cole: I'll tell you what I think.The Rock: IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU THINK![the audience pops again]The Rock: Now what you do, Michael Cole, is you sit your ass down at that announcer booth, take off your headset, and you don't say a word. And I quote, you know your damn role and shut your damn mouth![the audience pops again]The Rock: Because if you don't, The Rock will have some pretty cool Facebook pictures to post on his Facebook tonight. Does anyone here want to contribute to The Rock's Facebook tonight?[the audience pops]The Rock: Really simple. Facebook.com/Dwayne Johnson, if Michael Cole doesn't do as The Rock says, you're gonna get a beautiful picture of The Rock stepping out of this ring... going over to that computer - some of you may know where I'm going with this - the picture you're gonna get is The Rock shining it up real nice, turning that sumbitch sideways and sticking it straight up Michael Cole's candy ass! Now sit down, you look like a drunk Hobbit. Sit your ass down.[Cole dejectedly sits down]The Rock: There is one man who The Rock is gonna see. There is one man who The Rock has to see face to face. A guy who I met, a guy who I thought was a cool guy. Wished him well, happy for his success. When The Rock leaves, he comes in and out of the blue, eventually, he starts talking trash about The Rock. I don't know why, and I don't care. But I'm back now. You might have heard of him, his name is John Cena.[the audience pops again]The Rock: So let me get this straight. The WWE has gone from the powerful "Austin 3:16" to the dominant and iconic "Can you smell what The Rock is cooking?", all the way to...[mocking Cena's hand wave]The Rock: "You can't see me. You can't see me. You can't see me." What, are you playing peek-a-boo? "You can't see me, I can see you, you can't see me." Oh, believe me, we all can see you. We all can see you. A blindfolded, sleeping, stuck in the basement Stevie Wonder can see your monkey ass. How in the hell do you think we can miss? You come out here with your bright-ass purple shirt, and before that, your bright green shirt, before that your bright orange shirt, you run around here looking like a big fat bowl of Fruity Pebbles![the audience pops loudly]

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