Shane McMahon stood in front of The Rock trying to stare him down, but he just couldn't. Rock stood there, fearless, confronting the owner of the company from where his title belonged. Rock had his title in hand, showing he wouldn't back down from anybody, while fans just waited on the edge of their seats to see what would happen next. Shane had gotten on The Rock's case for sometime now and all for the WCW Championship.

Rock brought a microphone up to his lips and, after a 'Rocky' chant had quieted down Rock, said, "Shane McMahon, you actually think for one second that The Rock is going to give in...to YOU? Well, the fact of the matter is this: is that no one, and The Rock means NO ONE, will ever make The Rock back down. The Rock is going to STILL be the WCW Champion, and soon enough, the WWF Champion as well, even if YOU keep getting in The Rock's way."

Shane smirked while his hateful stare never left his eyes. "We'll see Rock. Pretty soon you won't be the WCW Champion anymore. You won't ever be the WWF Champion in your life again. Hell, you won't even be 'The People's Champion' anymore. You asked for it Rock. Pretty soon YOU will see how far my power goes, and EVERYBODY will finally see what I, and the rest of the Alliance, are capable of. You and the WWF will go straight to hell. If you smell...what Shane O'Mac is cooking."

Rock raised the people's eyebrow. "Smell what YOU'RE cooking? Well, quite frankly, what you're cooking smells like a bunch of crap! You want to talk about 'power'? Your little 'Alliance' and you Shane McMahon will see the true power of The Rock and the WWF. You won't get far with your little plans. The Rock guara-damn-tees it. If ya smell what THE ROCK...is cookin'."

Shane got down from the ring and started going backstage. In the top of the ramp he turned around and an evil smirk appeared on his face while mouthing, "We'll see Rock. We'll see..." Rock climbed the turnbuckle and raised his WCW title high, even if he had never been in the WCW. Maybe it was ironic that HE would be the one holding it now, but he was proud of being the champion and he'd be damned if he'd just give Shane the title back without a fight for it, and sure as hell he was going to give one.

Shane stood backstage seeing how The Rock was still in the ring with his fans cheering at the top of the top of their lungs for their beloved Champion. "Enjoy it while you can Rock, 'cause you won't have enough time for it..."

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At SmackDown The Rock entered the arena carrying his gym bag over his shoulder and his WCW Title on the other. His WWF colleagues greeting him by wishing him good luck with his WCW Title defense later on against Booker T. Once in his locker room he was just putting his stuff down when all of the sudden someone barged in. Rock instantly turned towards the door and saw Shane coming in.

The Rock- "What the hell do you want? You want to try and take the title again?"

Shane, grabbing a chair, said, "Oh, I WILL take the title away from you VERY soon. Count on it. I am here because...well, I got someone with me that wants to tell you something."

Rock raised an eyebrow and before he could say anything a tall lady came in, stood next to Shane, and took a good look at The Rock with a cold, emotionless stare as The Rock did the same thing. She seemed like a lawyer, or something in between those terms since she was dressed way too formal. After a few seconds the lady said, "Sir, what I've come here to say is that you should never, ever threat Shane McMahon because if you do you have to be ready to face the consequences."

At this point Rock just wanted to burst out laughing, but didn't and just kept a serious look on his face. Shane just stood there nodding while, what seemed like a lawyer, talked to Rock. Rock smirked and turned to Shane. "Shane, this actually proves it. You truly ARE a pussy and just for that The Rock should whip your candy ass..."

The lady got a more serious look. "Sir, you have been warned."

Rock just ignored her, but said, "Yeah, sure. Now, whether you're finished or not Shane, get your candy ass out of here and take this...lady with you. And never disrupt The Rock for something THIS stupid again."

Shane shrugged while he grinned and left the locker room with the lady following next to him. Later on in the show The Rock had a successful title defense. He finished the match with the Rock Bottom and the most electrifying move in sports entertainment: the People's Elbow, while fans jumped up from their seats cheering and celebrating. The Great One celebrated with his fans and went backstage while 'Rocky' chants and camera flashes filled the arena, and another successful night for Rock just ended.

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Rock sighed as he arrived to his home in Florida late into the night. It was a bit past midnight and he was extremely exhausted and felt like just lying in bed and getting a long, deserved sleep. He was so busy getting his luggage out of his car that didn't hear the rustling in the bushes next to his house. As he went up to the door to open the door to get in some footsteps were heard. Rock stopped since he now heard them and stood still to see if he had heard right. When he didn't hear anything else anymore he took out his key, but instead of going in once the door opened, someone hit him hard in the back of the head. When he landed on the floor he tried to see who it was, but with the blow to the head he was slowly surrendered by darkness and everything seemed like a blur. Two men in black clothing picked him up by the shoulders and took him inside the house, only to lock in there what they were about to do to the Great One...

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Vince was asleep in his house of Greenwich when a phone ring suddenly woke him up. He checked his clock next to his bed. 3:45 a.m. Vince laid back groaning. Who had the nerve to call HIM at THIS hour?! The phone rang again and he thought to himself, 'This better be damn important...' while he picked up the phone. "What?! Do you know wh..."

"Mr. McMahon? This is the chief of the Miami Police Department, and...we have something to inform to you."

Vince stood up immediately after the word 'Police' and kept listening. 'Miami Police Department'...? In Vince's mind he immediately started thinking that maybe one of his boys had gotten arrested, was in some kind of major trouble and now needed to get bailed out. But what the policeman said next had never even crossed through Vince's mind. No one could have ever prepared him for it.

"Mr. McMahon...The Rock...The Rock is dead."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok, before you come to hunt me down for what I just did I want to clear something up. If you know me already (or checked my profile), you know this already, but if you don't here it goes: I LOVE THE ROCK! (I know it doesn't seem that way, but...) I have nothing against him, I love him, he's my absolute favorite...well, you know. The whole nine yards, but I actually dreamed this (it was horrible, believe me), so I'm doing a fic about it. This is NOT the only chapter. It's the first of many (I guess this is as a 'prologue', sorta...I guess...), so if I get some feedback on it ::hint hint!:: I'll continue it. ^_~V Later...