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"Draw your swords!" The call went up before anyone could stop it.

"Protect Lord Stark!"

"Come on you Southern Greens!"

'This is outright treason right here!'

'No I don't think so. There's no way Lord Stark would do something like that.'

'It's right in front of you. He's trying to take the throne away from the rightful king. I knew these Northerners were bad news! Knew it!'

'I think we need to look at this a little more closely. We can't be jumping to conclusions with something like this.'

'That's treason clear as day right there. I'm not sure what crazy house you broke out of but you should head back there.'

More shouts filled the throne room and soon the voices were joined by the sounds of blade's being pulled from their scabbards. Lord Stark looked on almost helpless as his men formed a protective ring around him. Jory would have been able to keep them under control, the pain flared up in his leg as a reminder that the captain of his guard was dead. He had died in his service just like his father had so many years ago at the Tower. His grip tightened on his cane as he remembered the father of the bastard sitting on the throne was responsible. His men might be outnumbered without the city watch with them, Baelish saying they had been called away to deal with a disturbance within the city, but he wouldn't let such an injustice be done. He had to do something and now was his only chance.

"Hold!" Ned finally shouted bringing his men to a stop. Several looked at him over their shoulders and they saw his slow approach to the Iron Throne. The tapping of his cane and occasional grunt from himself were the only sounds to break the silence that had overtaken the throne room. The guards, both Lannister and Stark, freezing as they watched his slow approach. Some had yet to draw their swords but looked ready to do so at a moment. His eyes darted around and he saw the tell tale signs of nerves in the faces of everyman in the hall as they waited to see if a fight would truly happen in the throne room.

"I'm glad to see you have more sense than your men Lord Stark." Cersei Lannister said from her place behind her bastard, a satisfied smile on her face. "Now order your men to end this foolishness and bend the knee to your king."

'Me too your grace. This guy is unbelievable.'

'Hold on now. How about we see how this plays out? I already told you we can't just jump to conclusions.'

'How many times do I have to tell you that it's treason!?'

'Just wait a few seconds.'

'TREASON!'

"Aye I will bend the knee to the king." Ned came to a stop at the base of the steps that would take him to the throne. "But that bastard is no king!"

"I am the king!" Joffrey shouted from his place on the throne; spit flying from his mouth along with the declaration. "You will kneel before me! All of you!" his eyes looked wildly at the gathered court, his hands gripping the armrests of the throne. "All of you!"

"This is treason Lord Stark." Cersei's smile was replaced with a look of cold fury as she gazed down at the Warden of the North. "And I believe you know the punishment for such an act." Her eyes darted over to where Ser Illyn stood silently watching the events.

'You tell him your grace. You tell that treasonous bastard exactly what he is.'

'I said hold on. Lord Stark was Robert's best friend. There's no way he would do this without having a solid base.'

'Yeah he wants to sit the Iron Throne.'

'Lord Stark's too honorable for something like that.'

'Dammit the proofs right in front of you.'

"Barristan Selmy." Ned turned his gaze to look towards the oldest and most honorable member and the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. "You stood by and watched when the Mad King burned my father and had my brother strangle himself in his efforts to free him. Will you stand by and watch as another mad man ascends to the throne?"

"The Kingsguard serves the king Lord Stark." Barristan replied however reluctant he was sometimes of the oath he had taken. "I do apologize for what has happened to your family before in this city Lord Stark but I will serve the king."

"Aye but Joffrey is no king. He is a bastard born of incest between the queen and her own brother, a member of the Kingsguard! Tell me Ser Barristan was Ser Jaime serving the king when he bedded his wife, his own sister, behind his back and sired three bastards!"

'There it is, the proof I was waiting for.'

'Those are just the ravings of a mad man. And you're even madder for believing them!'

"These are outrageous claims Lord Stark." Barristan may have been shocked but his eyes narrowed as he looked towards Ned.

'See Ser Barristan even agrees with me.'

'Ser Barristan just wants the whole story like everyone else here.'

"I saw Robert's bastards Ser Barristan. Every last one of them is black haired. The Baratheon traits have always been dominant." Ned pointed a single finger at Joffrey. "So tell me why it is only he and his siblings who are golden haired!" Ned demanded of the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. "Tell me how it is only them. Generations upon generations of black hair and not a single one of them have it. I could understand one or two of Robert's children being blonde, but all three? Impossible!"

Ser Barristan looked back and forth between the injured Lord Stark and the bastard king, his hands had fallen from his sword and rested numbly at his sides. The rest of the Kingsguard present did the same as they waited for their Lord Commander to give an order. Even the Lannister guards looked at the king with newfound doubt, the fear of Tywin Lannister forgotten for the moment. Everyone looking at the boy on the Iron Throne. Trying to see any of his father in him. Trying to match the nose, cheeks, chin, or mouth to the man that had previously sat the Iron Throne. They began murmuring amongst themselves when it proved harder than it should have. They saw the Kingslayer where Robert should have been.

"I am the king!" Joffrey would have shouted had something…electrifying not gotten his and everyone else's attention.

If you smell,

Everyone went silent at the sound coming from seemingly nowhere. Then they heard the beat of a drum.

what The Rock is cooking?

The throne room doors were blown open by an unknown force and in walked a man who brought every eye in attendance to him. Both of the soldiers and the court. It didn't matter that some of the men within the throne room had been close to killing each other while others were torn between their duties mere moment before. His mere presence was simply gravitating. Something you couldn't even try to ignore. Everything else was forgotten as he made his entrance. Every eye had to be on him or it was like something was wrong, you would miss something that could be life changing all because you looked away for a second. Many were even afraid to blink, afraid that such an act would be disrespectful to this new arrival. This person, if he could even be called that, was simply too great.

'By the seven that's The Rock! That's The Rock!'

'And what the hell is he doing here? He's got no business here. This is between King Joffrey and that traitor Lord Stark.'

'We'll see.'

'We won't see anything. I said that this is between King Joffrey and that traitor Lord Stark!'

'I said we'll see.'

'You're all crazy. I would throw my hands up if I could.'

The Rock had not simply stood there while they admired him though. No he had taken steps into the throne room, passing the great doors that had opened to let him in. He cast his head around the room. His head moving up and down and side to side as he took in all that the throne room had to offer. He seemed to focus on the Iron Throne longer than anything else and Joffrey squirmed where he sat, already knowing he was outmatched in every field by this new arrival. All his rage and the power he felt was gone. His kingly robes looked like a peasants rags next to The Rock's sweatpants and t-shirt. Joffrey prayed to the seven that the man would avert his gaze from him quickly. The man smirked and apparently satisfied at what he saw of the throne room itself, he turned his gaze to the occupants.

He looked at all the lords and ladies behind the black sunglasses he wore. They couldn't even see his eyes but everyone felt they were on him when he looked in their direction. They were being appraised by something else and all their finery was useless under his gaze.

Then he began taking steps towards them. He would walk towards one side for a few steps before abruptly turning and heading towards the other side. Gasps of surprise would accompany his footsteps as he drew closer as the lords and ladies he was walking towards would busy themselves with fixing whatever might be wrong with their appearance. Running hands through their hair and smoothing out any wrinkles they might have. Depressed sighs would soon arise though when The Rock turned around before reaching them.

He did this several times. Each time the court waiting to see if he would fully commit to one side or not before he would simply turn around. Finally The Rock had enough and stopped in front of the still open doors. No one had made an effort to close them and no one would because they were captivated by The Rock. He brought a microphone to his lips and finally spoke.

"Ladies and Gentleman I present to you the most electrifying man in all of Westeros," he paused to allow them to digest his words. "The Rock!"

"What is the mea…?" Cersei began to speak.

"Excuse me but The Rock is talking and The Rock does not repeat himself." He was slowly walking toward them and both sides parted to make way for him as he approached the throne, the mic still in his hands and a finger pointed at Cersei. "Now The Rock knows he was interrupting something but can't help but think that this is all for the better." he paused and looked towards where the remaining members of the small council stood together. He smiled at them both, but it wasn't a friendly smile but instead one that told them he was in on something. They returned it hesitantly. "You see The Rock was doing what The Rock does. But then The Rock here's all this yelling and The Rock just has to come and see what it's all about."

"This is none…" Cersei began again.

"Shut your damn mouth!" The Rock shouted and any response Cersei's had died then and there. "Wait. Wait. Maybe The Rock was a bit harsh there. Go ahead and tell me your name sweetheart." Cersei smiled at this and stepped forward from behind the throne. She quickly recovered from the unexpected outburst and her regal aura returned to her.

"I am Cersei of House Lannister." Was what Cersei was going to say have said but she had barely managed 'I am' before The Rock cut her off.

"It doesn't matter what your name is!" The Rock quickly took several more steps forward and was practically in Cersei's face when he said it, causing her to stumble backwards in alarm and fall right on her ass in front of the entire court. "Now The Rock thinks he's made himself clear that there will be no interruptions while The Rock is talking."

'Would you look at that.'

'Yeah he just assaulted the queen. His crimes are just adding up.'

'I didn't see him lay a single hand on her.'

'Then how did she fall?'

'Well it wasn't The Rock's fault she fell. He never touched her.'

'Yeah I'm not too sure about that.'

"Excuse me sir but why are you here?" Ned had finally found his voice again after The Rock's appearance and everyone finally remembered that he was actually the center of attention right now.

"Well let The Rock tell you why he's here then. Now back to what The Rock was saying. You see The Rock couldn't help but overhear what was going on in this little room. The Rock doesn't care much about all of this." He held up a finger to silence any protests. "But what The Rock does care about is being the most electrifying man in the Seven Kingdoms."

"That doesn't…" Ned began but The Rock wasn't finished yet and cut him off.

"Now The Rock has made it very clear he won't tolerate any interruptions. Now The Rock knows that to be the most electrifying man in the Seven Kingdoms he needs to sit in that chair right there." He pointed at the Iron Throne and Joffrey found himself squirming under the man's scrutiny. "The Rock thinks everyone knows what's going to happen now." The Rock lowered the mic from his lips and stood with his eyes focused on the Iron Throne, Joffrey long since forgotten in his eyes.

'By the seven he just laid down a claim! The Rock wants the Iron Throne!'

'Everyone's gone mad if he can become king! The whole world's mad!'

"Ser Rock?" Barristan stepped forward began speaking hesitantly not entirely sure how to address the man. "Even if Joffrey is not the true king." He could feel the glare shot from Cersei, who still hadn't picked herself up from the floor, on his back without turning around but continued. "Which is still up for debate, the next in line for the throne would be Stannis Baratheon. Robert's younger brother."

"Aye he is right. I want to see the rightful king appointed not to have anyone and everyone lay a claim to the Iron Throne." Ned added.

"The Rock doesn't give a damn if it's this Stannis Baratheon, the blonde up there, old one leg over here, or white beard right there. The Rock will whoop all your candy asses to take the throne."

"Ser!"

"Now we all know that The Rock, the Brahma Bull, the People's Champion, and the most electrifying man in the seven kingdoms is going to make himself clear. He's sitting on that throne and there's not a damn thing any of your candy asses can do to stop it." The Rock threw the mic down and took the sunglasses off his face before hanging them on his shirt. Obviously ready for someone to challenge the most electrifying man in the seven kingdom's right to the throne.

'By the seven The Rock just declared for the iron throne! He just declared for the Iron Throne! I can't believe it!'

'Yeah and he's a usurper now. I'd like to see him try to talk his way out of this one.'

'I don't think he would do something like this if he couldn't win.'

'We'll just wait and see then.'

In contrast to the arguing announcers the throne room was completely silent at The Rock's declaration. No one moved anything but their eyes as they shifted to and from The Rock and Joffrey. The child king looked positively terrified and of what was transpiring so shortly into his rule and looked like he would rather be a peasant in Flea Bottom then anywhere near the Iron Throne. He hadn't been sitting in the seat of power since his mother had fallen over, initially trying to check on her before being too caught up in listening to The Rock and had forgotten entirely about her. His expression was more than enough for the court and soldiers to know that there was no chance of him mustering up the courage to face The Rock.

"Now how about you bring your candy ass down those steps and let The Rock claim his seat."

Joffrey made to hurry down the steps but his mother stopped him. Cersei had grabbed her sons robes and gently pulled him back to stand in front of the chair. Her expression was blank as she regarded those assembled before her and her eyes slowly traveled to where The Rock stood.

"I don't know where you come from, perhaps the Free Cities, but here in Westeros we do things differently. My son is the king and he will be sitting on the throne. I don't know what this electrifying man nonsense is but I know what a king is and all you men out there serve the king, my son."

"Mother lets just go." Joffrey seemed to beg of the woman. Looking as if he would be pulling on her skirts if he wasn't frozen where he stood.

"No. The throne is yours and we won't let either of these usurpers take it from you." Cersei's stern face turned to the king and the single look silenced him.

"Well it looks like the Brahma Bull has some candy asses to whoop then."

The Rock didn't waste any more time and found the nearest Lannister guard and started laying into him with rights and lefts. The Brahma Bull's strike being too much for the soldier to take and sending him to the floor after only a few. A second guard charged at him with a spear and The Rock waited for him to get close before sidestepping the spear grabbing the still charging guard in a spinebuster and planting him on the ground.

'By the seven did you see that spinebuster!'

'It's one man you idiots. Hurry up and take him out!'

'That's The Rock right there and The Rock isn't an ordinary man. He's worth dozens of armies on a bad day.'

The Rock quickly got up off the ground and clotheslined a guard charging with his sword raised above his head. A circle of black and red was slowly forming around the Great One as the Lannister guards realized just charging at him wasn't going to work. They circled him. The Rock keeping his head on a swivel and his body constantly turning as each side sized the other up. They jeered at him, trying to get inside his head and make him lose his cool. The Rock was better than that though.

"Now The Rock doesn't have much time to waste here because he's got you're mamas waiting for him."

He wasn't above insulting them though.

The Lannister guardsmen rushed him then. Assaulting him in numbers that even the Great One struggled to fight off. They swarmed him. Throwing themselves at him from all sides. Using their superior numbers to their advantage. The Rock would lay out the one in front of him only two behind him to try and tackle him to the ground. Spinning around a little too late on one such attempt The Rock was taken to the ground. The Lannister men dogpiling him. Punches and kicks coming from everywhere as The Rock struggled to fight them off. Each of his limbs pinned under the body of several Lannister men.

"Someone take his head!" Cersei shouted over all the noise. Her voice easily heard over all the other sounds. Carrying from her high place near the throne. "100,000 gold dragons and a keep to the man who does it!"

The men scrambled to free their swords as even Ser Illyn seemed to be in a rush for the first time, running down the steps as a squire fell into step beside him with the handle of a sheathed sword held out to him. He hadn't even bothered to pull on his executioners hood. All rare occurrences for the King's Justice who was usually so methodical.

"To hell with this!" someone shouted and in the next moment all of the Stark men moved. Many were pulling the Lannister men off of The Rock. Knocking away their weapons as they descended into a brawl within the throne room. Their sudden aid helping to turn the tide back into The Rock's favor. The Rock kicking himself up to his feet. He dived back into the fray with renewed vigor. Leading the Stark men on a push towards the dais where the throne set along with the frozen king and queen.

"King Rock! King Rock! King Rock!" the call was soon taken up by the rest of the Stark men. Motivating them as they knocked over the lines of Lannister guardsmen. Tackling them to the ground. Weapons long since forgotten in favor of their fists. Only daggers would have worked in such close quarters and even then they weren't guaranteed to pierce some of the armor they wore.

Lannister red and Stark grey were strewn about the ground in equal numbers. Still brawling even after falling to the floor. One Stark soldier grabbed a Lannister by the cape he wore and flung him to the ground, the metal helmet doing little to cushion his fall. Several Lannister soldiers flung a Stark soldier away from them and into the crowd. It was madness. Fist and feet flying from every conceivable direction. Men falling back into the instincts they had gained from life on the streets while others fell into loose forms of more orthodox stances.

"Clegane get in there!" Cersei shouted and could still only barely be heard over the sounds of fighting.

The Hound made some noise of assent and drew his blade. He was supposed to protect the boy king but he looked like he was pissing himself behind the Iron Throne and the queen's offer was enough for him to quit and move someplace where he could drink himself stupid. He charged down the steps and into the fray. His target was the one who had started all of this and the one with the bounty on his head. One good swing and he would be done with the boy king and all his tantrums. His back was turned to him and he was dealing with several soldiers. He could almost taste all the wine. And all the chicken.

He came at The Rock with all the strength he had in the swing, cutting his head off to end this once and for all.

Ned Stark had other ideas though. He chose now to act. Throwing all he had into using his cane to knock the Hound's sword off target and send it out of his hands and causing him to stumble. He had put everything into that swing and struggled to regain his footing. The Rock noticed all the noise though and turned around to look at him. An eyebrow raised at his flailing form. Sandor snarled and dived at him. His armored bicep aimed at his throat to crush it. He'd just cut off the head later.

The Rock dodged the powerful blow, his head coming below Clegane's outstretched arm and his arm stopping him dead in his tracks.

'No! No! No! No!'

'Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! I think we're going to see it.'

'No we're not.'

'I think we are!'

The Rock hit The Rock Bottom. The throne room, no, the entirety of the Red Keep shook at the such a mighty impact. All the combatants and watchers of the fight falling to the ground as Clegane's body hit the floor.

'Rock Bottom! Rock Bottom!'

'You usurping bastard!'

Clegane was out of the fight. He could dream about chicken and wine all he wanted but he wasn't going to get it using the reward on The Rock's head though. Illyn Payne was next to try to claim the reward. He didn't have Ned Stark to intercept the blow this time. The Rock dodged the first attack, similar to the Hound's but with less force, from the King's Justice and the next one, an overhead swing intended to cleave The Rock in two, as well. Illyn Payne wasn't stopping in his assault though. Putting his lesser known sword skills to use. The Rock was quicker dodging though. Finally he found a chance to counterattack. Flooring the King's Justice with a clothesline and a second one when the executioner rose back to his feet. The King's Justice rose again and met the same fate as the Hound had. The impact sending those who had just rose to their feet back to the ground.

'Rock Bottom to Payne! Rock Bottom to Payne! The Rock just can't be stopped!'

'That's the King's Justice he's assaulting right now! How dare he?'

'You know what I don't think the Rock gives a damn who he fights.'

'This is madness!'

'By the seven The Rock is on a streak though! Who's next?'

Now The Rock turned his eyes to the throne. His way clear of all but the Queen who defiantly stood in front of the throne her son cowered behind. The Rock merely raised an eyebrow at her defiant pose as he took steps towards the throne, quickly ascending the steps and coming face to face with her.

"What you're doing now is treason and you will not live long even if you make it out of here alive."

"Well Cersei, was it?" Cersei nodded. "Well Cersei The Rock isn't going to be stopped by anyone of these damn fools in the throne room and not one of the damn fools outside of it. Not a single one of them is on The Rock's level so The Rock suggest that you leave his throne room and start calling up all your friends so The Rock doesn't get bored and has someone to fight every now and then."

"You do not want to make an enemy of House Lannister." Cersei spoke in a low voice.

"The Rock don't give a damn about Lan-whatever the hell you said!" Cersei only stumbled this time yet she regained her footing. "Now get the hell outta The Rock's way."

"I am The Queen!" a furious Cersei roared like the lion on her house's sigil, standing practically nose to nose with The Rock. "And The Queen does not take orders from anyone!"

"The Rock doesn't give a damn what you are and you need to move your ass, however queenly it may be, and let The Rock have The Rock's throne!"

"The Queen doesn't give a damn what you want!" Cersei shouted, many thinking she couldn't possibly be doing the unthinkable. "The Queen will rule the Seven Kingdoms," she couldn't be. "and The Queen won't let someone like you or Eddard Stark stop her!" she was mad. This woman was simply mad.

She was mocking The Rock.

"Oh lady you do not want to make The Rock mad, so just stop and move aside." The Rock warned, anger leaking into his voice for the first time any of them had seen. Many getting the same feeling they got when a bad storm was on its way because of the clash between Cersei and the most electrifying man in the Seven Kingdoms.

"Mother please!" Joffrey pleaded, still behind the throne.

Cersei didn't even turn to look a Joffrey, simply raising her hand.

"The Queen is talking, shut your damn mouth!" her eyes were narrowed as she stared down The Rock. "The Queen has someone to deal with and will see such an impostor king dealt with."

"Oh The Rock is giving you one final warning."

"And The Queen has stopped giving warnings."

The room froze as it watched the two simply stare at each other. Many thought Cersei as a combination of brave and mad to challenge The Rock in such a way. It was simply inconceivable that someone would dare to stand against The Rock. The Iron Throne is, was, and will always be his. It was as simple as breathing. No one should question it or try to challenge it. It was like trying to go against the will of the planet. As foolish as trying to fight gravity. It simply did not make sense.

"My lord what is happening?" Ser Barristan asked Ned as they both looked towards the silent stare down.

"Something legendary I believe Ser Barristan." Ned could only compare it to the first time Robert had addressed the men they had gathered at the birth of the Rebellion. The speech his friend gave was legendary and they were lucky enough to have someone nearby to record it. It paled into comparison to what was happening now though.

'By the seven we are witnessing something special here.'

'Yeah The Rock finally knowing his role and shutting his mouth.'

'This wouldn't be the first time you'd be wrong.'

The Rock smiled and Cersei's face gained a look of confusion.

"And what exactly is it that you are smiling about." Cersei's voice gained an edge.

"It's funny The Rock just realized something." The Rock let out a laugh.

"And what is that?"

"That you're right."

Cersei froze as The Rock moved past her and sat in the throne, like everyone else she was unable to comprehend what The Rock had just said.

"What?"

"But The Rock is the King." The Rock settled himself into his throne and looked at those still in his throne room. "Now the first order of business. Changing this place to The Rock's goddamn liking."

'That's it folks. The world of Westeros as we know it just changed.'

'What the hell is going on? What the hell just happened?'

'The Rock.'


AN: Well here's the next one. Any comments, suggestions, questions, and feedback is welcomed.