Knox: Ooh! So, does this make him Dwayne 'The Rock' Jaune-son?

King: Don't ever say that again.

Knox: Kill joy.

King: Jabroni.

Knox: What did you call me?

Inspiration: Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson (RWBY)

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The scene opened to the outside of a large stadium in Vacuo. It was fair cleaner and more ornate than the rest of the city around it. A large sign on one side was covered by white letters across a black and red background reading, [VWE].

Sun slammed his fist into his other hand in a eureka moment, "I know this one!"

Neptune turned to his teammate, "You do?"

"Totally! Okay. Vacuo is notorious for all of the thieves and mercenaries, right? Well, there are two places they don't mess with. The first is Shade Academy since, without huntsmen, we'd all be dead. The second… is the VWE."

"Why not?"

"There's not a lot to do in the middle of a desert so, one day, some guy decided to set up a wrestling tournament. After a while, he hired the best to hold more, but that got dull after a while. So, he started to tell stories with it instead of having actual contests of strength. It's kind of stuck since."

Ruby flipped around in her seat to face Sun, "So… it's like the fighting in a play?"

"A play where people get bruised, bloody, braking bones, concussions… It's less fake and more, everyone working together so they don't kill each other."

The crowd inside roared. Within, a match was just ending as a man with dark blonde hair kicking his opponent in the jaw. He was dressed in gold and black tights and boots. His chest was bare, showing his crown tattoos and a fireball paintjob on his back. He was a short man at 5'4 and rather lean.

Yang raised an eyebrow, "Okay, so who is that?"

No one recognized him.

The man ran over to a corner of the three tightened ropes and climbed up to the top. He bounced on the ropes a few times before jumping into the air and slamming his fist down onto the man's head.

Tai recoiled at the impact. He could tell that was a legitimate strike, even if it was held back a bit. It was still going to hurt like hell.

The lean man swung his body around and pinned his opponent's shoulders down onto the canvas. Then pinned man had a partner, who tried to run to his defense, but the blonde had a partner as well. He was a taller man with bright purple hair and a black and white attire scheme of tights and a skin-tight shirt and boots. His beard made him look almost regal.

Nora held her hands out, "Hold up! Purple… and gold… You don't think…"

Knox appeared and gasped, "YO! Dude! It's us! We're all human and shit!"

King followed the golden flame, "Huh... I don't know how I feel about this."

King grabbed the attempted rescue party by his neck and tossed him over the ropes and onto the hard ground below them.

"I feel better about this."

This got a snicker out of Knox.

A referee ran over and slammed his hand onto the canvas three times before Knox let go and stood again.

Eyes turned to Sun who had to explain, "They won. If they can hold the opponent down for three seconds, or at least until the official counts to three, they win."

Weiss shook her head, "This is absurd."

"It's no different than going to a play or concert, if you think about it~" Sun was aware of Weiss's talents as a singer thanks to Blake.

Weiss sighed and conceded the point.

Knox started to go into an over-the-top celebration while King watched on. The two then stood opposite one another before turning toward the camera. Knox stood in front of King and the two raised their arms at different angles, King's higher up than Knox, as a signature of the tag team.

"Here's your winners, King and Knox! The World Breakers!"

As the two walked off, the people in the crowd were getting excited for what was going to happen next.

Yang grinned, "Have to say, this is kind of neat. I'd prefer a real fight though."

Sun shrugged, "Fair enough."

The next item on the day's schedule was set to start. And it started with a bang. The large screen in the back of the stage seemed to freeze over before shattering into a familiar snowflake pattern.

Yang snickered and hid her smirk behind her fist. "I stand corrected~"

Weiss rolled her eyes.

Weiss walked out in an ice blue suit. This was the General Manager, basically the onsite figurehead for the actual authority figures. Though Weiss is the daughter of the VWE owner and set to be the next owner, so she had some level of power in the company. She walked down the ramp to the ring and grabbed a microphone. "Well… I think we can call this a…"

"Hold it right there!" The screen on the stage changed to pitch black before slicing apart to show a moonlight scene. Blake walked out from behind the stage and glared down at the GM. She was dressed in her ring gear: a pair of white pants, black boots, and a black crop top. Her entrance should come with a long white coat, but she was too mad to put it on. Her ears were out in the open as well. "I think you're forgetting something!"

Blake blinked. The style wasn't necessarily bad, she could see herself wearing it at any point, but it was odd to see.

Sun shrugged, "It is a desert…"

"Fair point…"

Blake walked down the ramp, pointing an accusatory finger at Weiss, "I think you're forgetting you still owe me a match for the belt!"

"Belt?" Blake turned to Sun.

The monkey faunas explained, "A big leather belt covered in gold plates, acting as a trophy since it's easier to work with and hand around. Basically, whoever has it is the champion."

"So, Weiss is the champion?"

Weiss felt a certain pride from that.

"But… Everything is scripted, and her father owns the company…"

Pride died as soon it arrived.

Weiss rolled her eyes and turned to the ramp. "Blake… Do you really think you've earned it?"

"More than you! Everyone here knows the only reason you have that belt is because your father owns the company! Daddy's little princess using her clout to get whatever she wants while the rest of us work our asses off every day!"

"Unfortunately, Blake… we both know I can't wrestle if I'm the GM. You'll have to wait until this Sunday. But, if you want a fight that badly, I think I can arrange something for you. But you'll have to wait until later. I'll even give you a bonus and make it the main event. That work?"

Blake agreed, very begrudgingly. "Fine. But when Sunday rolls around… you're mine…"

"Looking forward to it." As Blake walked off, though it was clear she was still very mad, Weiss turned back to the viewers. "Sorry about that. Something to look forward to I suppose. Now, let's get back to the show."

Nora chuckled, "This is kind of fun."

Ren nodded his head from side to side, "It is structured well enough as a story. Blake's outburst seemed almost real."

"Now, speaking of Sunday, I have a surprise for all of you today! Tonight's going to get… electrifying~" The crowd erupted at the promise as she left the canvas and toward the tables nearby.

"What's going on now?" Ruby's head tilted.

Sun crossed his arms and thought for a bit, "Likely a promo. It's the story they tell outside the matches."

Nora grinned, "Electrifying, huh? Maybe it's me!"

The screen in the back turned bright, electric yellow, and they heard someone shouting through the speakers, "IF YOU SMELL! WHAT THE ROCK! IS COOKING!" The golden color zoomed away and showed the familiar symbol of Jaune Arc. When Jaune walked out onto the stage, one thing became very clear. This wasn't a man, it was a god made flesh. Muscular, charismatic face, the man was made to rule a crowd. He was dressed in a pair of white pants and an open, button-up shirt with golden accenting, and a pair of sunglasses. He wasn't here for a match, that was on Sunday. He was here for another reason.

Jaune blinked. Was that really supposed to be him? It, kind of, reminded him of his father, just… shorter. Seriously, his dad was a mountain (hence the nickname). Granted, this version was less intimidating and more approachable. He looked around to see how everyone was taking it.

Pyrrha and Velvet's faces turned bright tomato red. Yang and Coco were just stunned into a shocked expression. Nora chuckled seeing most of the group's expressions. Ruby… wasn't sure what she was feeling. Penny was… Penny. Blake… wasn't necessarily reacting like the others. She was used to the attire and build from her time in Menagerie. The male students didn't have as big of a reaction, turning deadpan for a moment and thinking it might be best to kick up their training regimen. Most of the teachers? They were laughing behind their fists. They'd seen too many students acting just like this to not find it funny.

Jaune walked down to the ring with the crowd cheering for, who was very likely, the most famous and charismatic member of the VWE team.

Yang couldn't resist. "Charismatic? So… the opposite of Vomit Boy?"

Jaune groaned.

Velvet was able to get a hold of herself hearing that, "I don't think it's that bad…"

This got Jaune to feel better.

Jaune, or rather The Rock, placed himself onto the middle ropes and looked around at the crowd. After a moment, he jumped into the ring and made for the opposite side, where Weiss handed him the microphone. The crowd gave one last cheer before Jaune brought the mic to his lips. "Finally! The Rock has returned to the Vacuo Grand Stadium!"

Nora snickered a bit, "Why is he talking like that?"

Ren nodded once before answering, "If this is all a big show, it's likely how he portrays his character."

Jaune continued, "The Rock needs to confirm something… I'm sure you all remember last week when Sun got his ass kicked by Cardin in the Cage Match. And now… Sun… You're the contender for the Vacuo Title Belt? Well, the Rock realizes why that is."

Sun groaned, "I lost to that jerk?"

"Isn't it all fake anyway?" Tai turned to the monkey faunas.

"The Rock knows… It's because you've got a three foot nose, you turn it sideways, and stick it right up Jacque's ass!"

This got a few laughs at Sun's expense, granted he laughed too. Sun wiped away a tear, "Damn he's good at this."

"And Sun, The Rock telling you now! That, come Sunday, The Rock is going to do what he does best AND LAY THE SMACKDOWN ON YOUR CANDYASS!"

The crowd was loving this.

The audience was mixed. Some where getting into it, others weren't quite fans. Some were just kind of there, not really paying attention.

"Now… On to Badass Mercury Black."

Mercury raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"The Rock understands what took place. The night you won King of the Ring, you got down on your knees, folded your hands together, and prayed to God and it sounded like this…" He took up a prayer-like stance in the ring, looking up. He took on a mocking tone, "Dear God… It's me, Mercury. And I just won King of the Ring. But there's just one problem. Everybody still thinks that I ABSOLUTELY SUCK!"

Emerald burst into a small laughing fit.

"And then, at that point Mercury, you're house started to shake, the heavens themselves opened up, God spoke to you and said this! Mary… 'It's Mercury' IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOUR NAME IS!"

Sun snickered, "That'll be on a shirt within a week."

"You're absolutely right! You do suck! And there's only one thing you can do. You go and find the man who is simply… electrifying. You must go find The Rock!" The mocking voice returned, "'Oh God! Anybody but the Rock!' KNOW YOUR ROLE! AND SHUT! YOUR! MOUTH!"

Emerald was having a field day with this, much to her cohort's annoyance. But she didn't care. She just laughed at his misery.

Mercury wasn't impressed. "Could try and say that to my face."

"And then, Mercury! As fear went through your body, tears ran down your cheeks, and piss ran down your leg…!"

Mercury's eye twitched. Emerald's laughing just got more blatantly in his face.

"… You're house started to shake again and what sounded like a million voices all called out to you, jabroni, IF YOU SMELL! WHAT THE ROCK! IS COOKING!"

"What's a Jabroni?" Neptune turned to Sun.

"An insult. He's basically calling him a nobody and a loser."

Emerald took in a deep breath. She intended to hang that over Mercury for as long as she could.

The crowd went into a fit of cheers and shouting. This was the power of Jaune 'The Rock' Arc, The People's Champion. The most famous man in all of Vacuo, pride of the desert kingdom, and a hero to all.

Jaune couldn't help but feel nice about that. He always wanted to be a hero, like his father and grandfather and so on. It was a less conventional type of hero, but the fact remains. It felt nice to know it was possible, you know?

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Knox: HEY!