Paving the Way: The Rock
The People's Bakery
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It had been a fortnight since Dwayne Johnson's encounter with Phil Mitchell, and since then, he had given up his job at The People's Bakery, packed his bags and headed off to start a fabulous singing career.
There was some friction with the singer and the production manager. He wanted Dwayne to sing songs like "I love strudel" and other such strange tunes. Mr Mitchell had been devoting more attention to the body of the singer, though. He insisted on making Dwayne grow huge sideburns. "They are going to be a massive hit because they will be, well, massive!" he kept saying. And he kept insisting that he wore underwear with his name on. *How tacky is that?* Dwayne thought. There was something about Phil that just didn't seem right to Dwayne, though, and he couldn't put his finger on it.
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Dwayne had been keeping fit, using the gym a lot. He still watched his weekly dose of WWF, and concentrated a lot more on the vocal side of things, the insults, the jokes, the singing... everything.
"Some people call these men the greatest entertainers on earth... flying without wings... defying physical limitations. But the risks these men take are great... bodies have been battered... necks broken... careers ended in an instant. Yes, this is entertainment, but the hazards are real. No matter who you are, whatever you do, please, don't try this at home."
Dwayne looked at the millions and millions of fans. Soon, he would have a following like that. If only his producer/manager wasn't giving him the creeps.
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Phil had booked Dwayne a room at the Smack's Down Hotel. The people in the scruffy hotel looked as though they were on drugs, and looked pretty banged up. "*cough*steroids*cough*!" said Dwayne.
Phil showed the singer to the room, and insisted on hearing him sing, to warm up his vocal chords. Tomorrow, they would be in the recording studio. Dwayne sang "Great Balls of Fire", "Happy Birthday" and then was asked by Phil to sing a slower song, "Are you Lonesome tonight?" (SNL!).
"Why would I want to sing that, you sick freak!" yelled Dwayne.
"Because, I want The Rock's Bottom," purred Mr Mitchell. "And my rock will be you!"
"Who in the blue hell do you think you are talking to?" asked Dwayne "You do not talk to The Great One like that!"
"You're career could sparkle marvellously, if you have the right contacts at Jabroni Records." Said Phil, evilly smiling.
"You can go to hell!" said Dwayne, storming out of the room, and leaving the stunned manager sitting there.
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Maybe wrestling was for him. Dwayne had always had this strong desire for the WWF, but he knew that big money was impossible, unless he was the top of the WWF. Maybe he could go into movies. If he didn't make it, he would at least brush up his charismatic skills. He could sing, so maybe he could manage it. The only thing really stopping him was his lack of an agent. And his last agent hadn't been all that good for him.
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As fate would have it, the next thing to blow in front of his way was a leaflet. It said that they were looking for charismatic actors to star in a movie. Hoe could do that. The millions and millions would get to see Dwayne, wait for hours to meet him, and chant his name at deafening levels. In his mind he could see them. He would be the champion amongst movie stars, adored by the fans. He would be the people's champion.
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Will he make the movies? Will he come up with any more sayings? Will I be able to think up enough plotline to last 3 more chapters? Should Rocky be abducted by aliens? Hey! That sounds pretty cool, actually! Lol. Review Please!
The People's Bakery
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It had been a fortnight since Dwayne Johnson's encounter with Phil Mitchell, and since then, he had given up his job at The People's Bakery, packed his bags and headed off to start a fabulous singing career.
There was some friction with the singer and the production manager. He wanted Dwayne to sing songs like "I love strudel" and other such strange tunes. Mr Mitchell had been devoting more attention to the body of the singer, though. He insisted on making Dwayne grow huge sideburns. "They are going to be a massive hit because they will be, well, massive!" he kept saying. And he kept insisting that he wore underwear with his name on. *How tacky is that?* Dwayne thought. There was something about Phil that just didn't seem right to Dwayne, though, and he couldn't put his finger on it.
********************
Dwayne had been keeping fit, using the gym a lot. He still watched his weekly dose of WWF, and concentrated a lot more on the vocal side of things, the insults, the jokes, the singing... everything.
"Some people call these men the greatest entertainers on earth... flying without wings... defying physical limitations. But the risks these men take are great... bodies have been battered... necks broken... careers ended in an instant. Yes, this is entertainment, but the hazards are real. No matter who you are, whatever you do, please, don't try this at home."
Dwayne looked at the millions and millions of fans. Soon, he would have a following like that. If only his producer/manager wasn't giving him the creeps.
********************
Phil had booked Dwayne a room at the Smack's Down Hotel. The people in the scruffy hotel looked as though they were on drugs, and looked pretty banged up. "*cough*steroids*cough*!" said Dwayne.
Phil showed the singer to the room, and insisted on hearing him sing, to warm up his vocal chords. Tomorrow, they would be in the recording studio. Dwayne sang "Great Balls of Fire", "Happy Birthday" and then was asked by Phil to sing a slower song, "Are you Lonesome tonight?" (SNL!).
"Why would I want to sing that, you sick freak!" yelled Dwayne.
"Because, I want The Rock's Bottom," purred Mr Mitchell. "And my rock will be you!"
"Who in the blue hell do you think you are talking to?" asked Dwayne "You do not talk to The Great One like that!"
"You're career could sparkle marvellously, if you have the right contacts at Jabroni Records." Said Phil, evilly smiling.
"You can go to hell!" said Dwayne, storming out of the room, and leaving the stunned manager sitting there.
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Maybe wrestling was for him. Dwayne had always had this strong desire for the WWF, but he knew that big money was impossible, unless he was the top of the WWF. Maybe he could go into movies. If he didn't make it, he would at least brush up his charismatic skills. He could sing, so maybe he could manage it. The only thing really stopping him was his lack of an agent. And his last agent hadn't been all that good for him.
********************
As fate would have it, the next thing to blow in front of his way was a leaflet. It said that they were looking for charismatic actors to star in a movie. Hoe could do that. The millions and millions would get to see Dwayne, wait for hours to meet him, and chant his name at deafening levels. In his mind he could see them. He would be the champion amongst movie stars, adored by the fans. He would be the people's champion.
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Will he make the movies? Will he come up with any more sayings? Will I be able to think up enough plotline to last 3 more chapters? Should Rocky be abducted by aliens? Hey! That sounds pretty cool, actually! Lol. Review Please!