The arena lights explode into life. A deafening roar fills the air as The Rock struts down the ramp in a $500 silk shirt, sunglasses on, eyebrow raised. He snatches a mic, takes a deep breath, and grins.

*"Fiiinaaally... The Rock has come back to… wherever you jabronis are sittin’ right now!"

Now, The Rock’s gonna make one thing crystal clear — The Rock doesn’t care who you are, what your name is, or what you’re yappin’ about. The Rock’s here to lay the smackdown on your candy ass and send you home cryin’ to your mama.

So know your role, shut your mouth, and maybe — just maybe — The Rock will let you bask in the glory… of the Most Electrifying Man in ALL of sports entertainment.