Winter in MR, and the cold bleak greys and blacks are slowly being blanketed in the deep, crisp white of snow. Chris Vaughn, AKA The Rock, was walking down the street when he bumped into Irina, literally..

"Hey jabroni watch were the Rock is walking... Oh Irina, sorry the Rock didn't see you there, out walking in the snow."

"Oh hi Rock, sorry, I didn't see you there either, all 6'5" 260lb bronzed god of you..." Irina almost drooled.

Chris gave Irina a quizzical look, "Are you OK Irina, you look kind of distracted?"

Snapping back to reality, Irina breaths again, an almost imperceptible sound of drool being drawn back into the mouth as she does so. "Yeah... erm... Yes I'm fine, actually you are just the man I wanted to see Rock, I need something from you."

This really piqued Chris's interest.

"I'm running a little competition on peoples origin stories and I thought you might be the perfect man to show the people how its done." says Irina, finally recovered from her previous episode.

"Who are you just Barbara Walters all of a sudden, Irina? Since when did you become all business, Irina? How about a simple ‘Hey Rock’. ‘How you doin Rock?’. ‘Did you enjoy lunch today Rock?’. ‘Did you like your pancakes Rock?’. How about something like that.”

A little flustered Irina tries again, "But Rock, I think this could be really good for all your fans, and help drum up some much needed interaction."

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa. Irina. Irina. You need to let your feelings go. The Rock knows you have feelings for him. The Rock knows that you think about The Rock. The Rock knows that you get that funny feeling in the bottom of your stomach, Irina. The Rock knows that each and every single time you go right out there in the middle of The People's street and you announce something on behalf of Mikhail, you think about The Rock looking at you. Admit it Irina, that you go to bed every single night dreaming about marrying The Rock. Dreaming of one day becoming Mrs. Irina... 'Rockcia'. Admit it Irina, you get wet...." Taking an opportune moment to make eye contact with the Godfather's Right Hand, the Rock removes his Gold rimmed sunglasses. "with perspiration standing this close to The Rock.....Now, Irina, The Rock knows how you feel about pie. But how do you feel about... strudel? Irina, would you like to try some of The Rock's strudel?"

A Mixture of confusion, and denial floods Irina at first before quickly being replaced with Awe and joy, she reaches out and places her hand on Chris's arm stirring into his deep brown eyes, and in her best sultry voice she says, "More than anything in the world, Rock."

Pulling away suddenly, Chris looks a bit annoyed, "What in the blue hell is wrong with you? The Rock was just informed that you needed an important interview with the Great one on his origins and the only thing you can think about and talk about is dessert. A little professionalism Irina, please!"

Irina quickly backtracks, did she read the situation wrong, this couldn't be right, she tries to plead her innocence as Chris continues. 

"Shh... Shh... Shhhhhh........ Now, Irina. Back to your question. You want to know the Rock's origins? OK the Rock's gonna tell you a little story. You ain't gonna believe it, but he's gonna tell you anyway. It's tough to be the Rock, ah nah nah shut your mouth. No no, it really is. Even though the Rock is, the Rock is THE MOST, electrifying man in all of MR. You see the Rock wasn't going to follow in his daddy's footsteps, The Rock had his own career, Making Movies, Wrestling, being Electrifying. But The Rock, The Rock loved his daddy, every Sunday daddy would come around, pick The Rock up and take The Rock down to the HQ. Everybody in the HQ loved the Rock's daddy, everyone respected the Rock's daddy. Sometimes the Rock would follow his daddy out into the streets and watch him take care of business, just like the Rock's daddy had watched his daddy before him. It was then that the Rock came to realise the power of the People, how the people rallied around the Rock's daddy, supported the Rock's daddy, people from as far a field as New York, Philadelphia, Detroit and Chicago. The Rock's daddy would debate in the streets, the Rock's daddy would sometimes layeth the smacketh down on some big, fat pile of monkey's crap for over stepping the mark and fleecing the people. There was however one man, who didn't like the Rock's daddy, who couldn't go one on one, toe to toe with the Rock's daddy, who tried again and again to have a battle of wits with the Rock's daddy but always turned up unarmed, like a one legged man in an ass kicking competition."

Now visibly upset, Chris takes a moment to compose himself before continuing.

"Unable to get the best of The Rock's daddy, this ugly hermaphrodite of an Orangutan's nipple orchestrated a little rubadub for the Rock's daddy, lured him down an alley and shot him down in cold blood. Even then, the Rock was considering staying away, going on with his life, this is the Mafia, shit... happens. But then, this Monkey's nipple tries to blame the Rock's daddy, tries to say it was the Rock's daddy's fault, that the Rock's daddy attacked him and he simply acted in self defence. Well let the Rock tell you this Irina, that is not how the Rock's daddy rolled. This jabroni was dissing the Rock's daddy, making a mockery of his daddy's name... and you know, even then the Rock was thinking of staying away. But do you know what Irina? The People brought the Rock back. One by one the people messaged the Rock, 'Sorry about your dad, Rock', 'Say it ain't so Rock', anything we can do to help Rock, just say the word.' What started as a trickle at first, became more and more, a flood, a deluge, a torrent, and on the streets the Rock could hear the people chanting his name..."

Chris pauses and looks up, as if smelling a particularly odious fart, and as if by magic the sound of people chanting his name over and over can be heard, 'Rocky, Rocky, Rocky...'

"And just like that, The Rock, the People's champ, The Most Electrifying man in all of MR, was back in the game, back on the road, and Finally... the Rock... had come back, to Mafiadom. The Millions... and millions of the Rocks fans, crying out his name, demanding restitution of the Rock's father brought him back. The Jabroni beating, LALALA, pie eating, trail blazing, eyebrow raising, heart stopping, elbow dropping, electrifying at his azimuth, so Know Your Role and Shut Your Mouth, the most electrifying man in all of mafiadom, "The People's Champ" The Rock! Within 24 hours the Rock is a Left Hand Man, Has cleared his daddy's name, and is well on his way to smacking the yellow of some jabronis broken tooth smile.  If you smell what The Rock......Irina, stop thinking about The People's strudel......is cooking."