*Rock's POV*

Before you start developing any grand illusions about yourself, remember this. I love wrestling. That ring is my home. So coming back has nothing to do with you...or Mick. Even though I love the man. It's something I want to do...need to do. And my reasons, though they don't need to be explained, are more complex than someone like you will ever understand.

But I will admit to something.

You intrigue me.

When I first met you all I could see was an awkward kid, awestruck by what he was now a part of and rendered speechless by the people surrounding him. And I could relate to that. It really doesn't matter if you've grown up in the business. In fact, it may make it a bit tougher to fit in at first.

But you seem to have overcome that very nicely. Aligning yourself with Hunter was pure genius. I won't ask what you had to sacrifice to get your coveted spot next to him. But I have a pretty good idea.

And believe me...I'm not judging you. We've all had to swallow our pride....among other things....to climb that rickety WWE ladder. You know, the one that someone is always trying to knock out from under you?

You do what you have to do.

But every road to the top has a few speed bumps in it.

And I'm yours.

Oh, I know you think it's Mick. The man who delivered the promo of a lifetime and reduced you to a quivering five year old in front of a national audience. But no. He was just the equivalent of one of those highway warning signs. The ones that say, "Dangerous Curve Ahead."

That's me Legend Killer. I'm that dangerous curve they write songs about. The one you totally misjudge right before you go careening out of control.

And crash.

But don't worry. It won't be fatal. After all, we're both professionals. The world knows what a great guy I am. And I'll let you survive. Hell, I'll make you look like a world beater in the process. But not before I show you what being a real legend is all about.

I've put a lot of thought into this. In spite of what everyone thinks, I still crave the rush.

Nothing else comes close to feeling hot skin beneath your hands as you fight to control someone. The thought of your warm, lean, impossibly beautiful body writhing beneath mine as I teach you things you never even thought about has been more than enough incentive to bring me back home.

I know you love to think of yourself as the "Legend Killer." The funny thing is that the word legend has so many meanings. Myth, fable, tale....fiction

But I'm not a myth. I'm very real. And you're on the verge of finding of exactly what legendary means.

And after that....there will be plenty of time for wrestling.

In the ring.