Paving the Way: The Rock
The People's Bakery
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"Now Jericho, I have to ask you, Is there any truth in the rumour that you like the strudel? If you smelllllllllllll what The Rock is cookin'!" yelled the People's Champ, who then walked into his locker room after being interviewed by Michael Cole.
Rocky was sitting, waiting for his match to come up, when his cell phone rang.
"Hello" said Rocky
"Hey, Dwayne. It's me, James Brown, remember me?" said the voice on the other end.
"Remember you? How could The Rock forget you! YOU were the man to give The Rock the break he needed." Said The People's Champ, remembering back to a time long ago, when he didn't even have his vicious sideburns...
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"One loaf of bread and a Cornish pasty. That will be $1.00" said Dwayne Johnson to the lady. She handed over the dollar, and picked up her bags and left. The shop was empty, it was closing time. Dwayne Johnson went over to the door, and turned the open sign so that it read "closed" to customers. Sighing, he walked back to the till to cash up after working for 7 hours today.
"Dwayne!" called his manager, Mr James Brown, owner of The People's Bakery, where Dwayne Johnson worked. "Are you cashing up?"
"The fact of the matter is this, I am cashing up!" said Dwayne, turning around and switching the radio on. Singing along to the music that filled the small store, Dwayne started cashing up for the night. Looking around him at the nearly empty shelves, Dwayne saw a single pie, a tart, and some strudel sitting desolate on one of the shelves. Dwayne sighed, The People's Bakery was the most popular bakery in Miami, Florida possibly the world. It sold millions and millions, yet he was never satisfied until he made his way to the top. Mr Johnson knew exactly what he wanted to do: sing.
He had a great voice, a great look, a great personality, but Dwayne Johnson didn't know where to start. He knew that he could do whatever he wanted, if he had the right luck. Dwayne wasn't really all that good at much. He had wasted his time at school by getting into fights. The only subject he did well in was PE, and he did alright in Music, if it was vocal. He scraped enough math to sell food, cash up and stock take. He knew very few words in languages. Basically, it just added up to the phrases "the rock" "did not" "run over stone" "cold" in Swedish and Chinese. He had an impressive English vocabulary, but that was mainly picked up on the streets.
The only thing that Dwayne liked other than singing was wrestling. He couldn't get enough of his weekly dose of WWF Raw is War, and if Dwayne hadn't been wanting to sing, he probably would be wanting to wrestle. Yet Dwayne knew that the big bucks were made in music, unless you were at the top of the WWF roster, and like he would ever make that. He was a bakery boy for goodness sake!
Dwayne stayed in the shop, singing along to the radio, when the door opened.
"Can't you read the sign? We're closed!" said Dwayne "And who in the blue hell are you?!"
The man that had entered the doorway started to speak. "I'm..."
"It doesn't matter who you are!" yelled Dwayne at the innocent intruder.
"I'm Phil Mitchell, I'm from Jabroni records." Said the man in the suit. "I was passing the shop, and I heard your singing. I was wondering if you have ever thought of a career in the music business? If you have, I would be interested in giving you a contract."
Dwayne Johnson looked at Mr Mitchell, with a raised eyebrow, considering the ease of the situation. "Dwayne says this: Just bring it!"
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Ooh! What happens next? Does our People's Champ make it in the music industry? Or does he have to resort to plan 2 (staying at the People's Bakery)? What will Phil Mitchell make Dwayne Johnson sing? Will Dwayne get any more inspiration for catchphrases in this time?
The People's Bakery
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"Now Jericho, I have to ask you, Is there any truth in the rumour that you like the strudel? If you smelllllllllllll what The Rock is cookin'!" yelled the People's Champ, who then walked into his locker room after being interviewed by Michael Cole.
Rocky was sitting, waiting for his match to come up, when his cell phone rang.
"Hello" said Rocky
"Hey, Dwayne. It's me, James Brown, remember me?" said the voice on the other end.
"Remember you? How could The Rock forget you! YOU were the man to give The Rock the break he needed." Said The People's Champ, remembering back to a time long ago, when he didn't even have his vicious sideburns...
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"One loaf of bread and a Cornish pasty. That will be $1.00" said Dwayne Johnson to the lady. She handed over the dollar, and picked up her bags and left. The shop was empty, it was closing time. Dwayne Johnson went over to the door, and turned the open sign so that it read "closed" to customers. Sighing, he walked back to the till to cash up after working for 7 hours today.
"Dwayne!" called his manager, Mr James Brown, owner of The People's Bakery, where Dwayne Johnson worked. "Are you cashing up?"
"The fact of the matter is this, I am cashing up!" said Dwayne, turning around and switching the radio on. Singing along to the music that filled the small store, Dwayne started cashing up for the night. Looking around him at the nearly empty shelves, Dwayne saw a single pie, a tart, and some strudel sitting desolate on one of the shelves. Dwayne sighed, The People's Bakery was the most popular bakery in Miami, Florida possibly the world. It sold millions and millions, yet he was never satisfied until he made his way to the top. Mr Johnson knew exactly what he wanted to do: sing.
He had a great voice, a great look, a great personality, but Dwayne Johnson didn't know where to start. He knew that he could do whatever he wanted, if he had the right luck. Dwayne wasn't really all that good at much. He had wasted his time at school by getting into fights. The only subject he did well in was PE, and he did alright in Music, if it was vocal. He scraped enough math to sell food, cash up and stock take. He knew very few words in languages. Basically, it just added up to the phrases "the rock" "did not" "run over stone" "cold" in Swedish and Chinese. He had an impressive English vocabulary, but that was mainly picked up on the streets.
The only thing that Dwayne liked other than singing was wrestling. He couldn't get enough of his weekly dose of WWF Raw is War, and if Dwayne hadn't been wanting to sing, he probably would be wanting to wrestle. Yet Dwayne knew that the big bucks were made in music, unless you were at the top of the WWF roster, and like he would ever make that. He was a bakery boy for goodness sake!
Dwayne stayed in the shop, singing along to the radio, when the door opened.
"Can't you read the sign? We're closed!" said Dwayne "And who in the blue hell are you?!"
The man that had entered the doorway started to speak. "I'm..."
"It doesn't matter who you are!" yelled Dwayne at the innocent intruder.
"I'm Phil Mitchell, I'm from Jabroni records." Said the man in the suit. "I was passing the shop, and I heard your singing. I was wondering if you have ever thought of a career in the music business? If you have, I would be interested in giving you a contract."
Dwayne Johnson looked at Mr Mitchell, with a raised eyebrow, considering the ease of the situation. "Dwayne says this: Just bring it!"
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Ooh! What happens next? Does our People's Champ make it in the music industry? Or does he have to resort to plan 2 (staying at the People's Bakery)? What will Phil Mitchell make Dwayne Johnson sing? Will Dwayne get any more inspiration for catchphrases in this time?