Triple H: [the Rock interrupts him in the middle of a promo] I know you're out here in front of your home state, Rock.
[the crowd cheers]
Triple H: I know you're out here... I know you're out here to talk about your chance at becoming the World Wrestling Federation champ. I've thought long and hard about this, Rock. When and where you should get your shot. I've thought about it, I've though, hell, maybe right here in your home state of Florida would be a hell of a place.
[the crowd cheers again]
Triple H: But you know what? Then I thought, nah, that's a pretty big match; we should probably do it someplace important.
[the crowd boos]
Triple H: So why don't we make it... Washington, D.C. and see what kind of backlash we get from that?
The Rock: Now, the Rock says... that Triple H, Monday night, you did it all to the Rock. Yes, you beat the Rock's ass. Yes, you left the Rock laying in a pool of his own blood. And yes, the Rock could hardly stand. But make no mistake about it, Triple H, just as sure as you stand there surrounded...
[indicating Shane]
The Rock: ...by a silver-spooned jackass...
[indicating Stephanie]
The Rock: ...and by a bargain-basement *slut*... is as sure as Monday night, the Rock still walked out with his shot at your WWF title. And the three of you candy-ass jabronis stand in the ring, run your mouth, gloat about how you have Vince McMahon in your corner. Well, the Rock says, bring it. The Rock says bring on Vince McMahon, and seeing as we're gonna be in the nation's capital, the Rock says bring on the Congress, bring on the Senate, bring the Vice President, bring the President himself. Dig up George Washington's dead candy ass and bring him, too! Because the Rock says, there ain't nobody - AND THE ROCK MEANS *NOBODY* - that's gonna stop the Rock from whipping your candy ass!
Triple H: Rock, for a... for a guy that unloaded half his blood Monday night, you seem full of yourself. I mean, I'm looking at you standing up there, hell, you can't be but... what, at 70% of your best? Maybe 60%? You look a little flat, your shirt's a little bit baggy. I tell you, Rock, it doesn't really matter what percent you're at. I don't even care if you're 100%, because tonight in this ring, it's gonna be you and me.
[the crowd cheers, and Shane whispers in his ear]
Triple H: Nah, now before you get your little panties in a bunch and your eyebrow starts going up and down, it's not for the World Wrestling Federation championship.
[the crowd jeers]
Triple H: It's not for *my* World Wrestling Federation championship. What I want you to do, Rock, I want you to go in the back and I want you to round up your newfound little buddies, the Acolytes. And I want you to bring them to the ring with ya. And then I'm gonna bring Bull Buchanan and I'm gonna bring the Boss Man, and we're gonna get this deal done.
The Rock: So, let the Rock understand this. You do what you did to the Rock on Monday night, you come out here and you run your mouth and you say nothing on the Rock's show, "SmackDown!", and then on top of all that, *this*, this match, this is your grand master plan? This is the master scheme, this is the best you can come up with?
Triple H: I tell you what, Rock...
The Rock: IT DOESN'T MATTER IF IT'S THE BEST YOU COME UP WITH! You see, Triple H, the Rock says, it just doesn't matter, because come Backlash, the Rock guaran-damn-tees, NO! He *promises*, NO! The Rock promises the people...
[the crowd cheers]
The Rock: That the Rock, the most electrifying man in sports-entertainment, the Great One, is gonna whip your candy ass, walk out the WWF Champion. IF YOU SMELLLLLLLL! What the Rock is cooking!