John Cena vs. the Rock: Both Icons Tie in Last Bout to End It at 4-2

Shalaj LawaniaSenior Analyst IMarch 27, 2012

At times, we need to put down the rose-tinted glasses along with the critically critical Critic's Cap, rest back on the People's Couch, and just recline with wonder and awe and excitement at everything nice in the world.

These emotions arise not for seasoned venerated wrestling scholars or passionate, yet highly opinionated, wrestling analysts, but rather for that ever-dwindling group of fans.

As I write, I do know not many have agreed with my scoring so far. While these polarizing emotions do make me a downsized Bleacher Report version of John Cena, I, just like Mr. Fruity Pebbles, am not here to force you into embracing my level of fanaticism, and thereby still adhere to my dubious judgement.

I gave you my reasons and some of you gave me yours, and others found it wiser to reply with typical taunts. At the end of the day, we got involved and emotionally invested in a feud that deserves such kind of involvement.

This is, indeed, once in a lifetime.

Just so you know, I'm throwing the documentary and the final promo between these icons together in this article and declaring it a tie.

Not because my sense of judgement is on vacation to Hawaii (it isn't, I swear), and not because they both were of Great Khali calibre, did I just give a score to both and shave my head in depression in a style customary to Undertaker.

No offense Deadman. 

No, it was because they both deserved this point.

There's one thing about this week's promo, and it's inarguable to all extents—everything was repeated. 

Ladies and gentlemen, it was meant to be.

A star who comes out to deliver a segment needs to tell a story. Maybe it's a story about me Big Showing in a game of cricket, or a story of a top wrestler with certain self-imposed ideals, or maybe just a story of a very Miz-erable Christmas with Mick Foley.

That's what John Cena and The Rock did this week. They told a story—a story that has been built in small fragments through the course of a year (a year) and like a logic-abiding circle finally culminating at Atlanta—the place where it started. 

I know a myriad of people expected an Attitude Adjustment or a Rock Bottom by the time the show went off air, but it's better this way. No person walks into Miami with the upper hand. They walk in as respective icons of their eras, and for one night in wrestling history, as equals.

Rock brought in a tale of how his life outside WWE was bogged with wrestling references, right from Civil Pies to his dentists, and showed that he is back for the people and not money. (He doesn't need money really; who do you think he is, Ric Flair?) 

John Cena brought in the tale of how he rose when Rock left, became the most loved and hated superstar, yet despite Hulk Hogan, Stone Cold Steve Austin and everyone's favourite, The Rock, he never turned his back on the fans. 

No, I don't mean movies. I mean turning heel. Actually, wasn't he a heel once upon a time? Meh, never mind it's WWE—history matters to them as much as Mark Henry does to The Rock and ultimately Nation of Domination.

There's one crucial thing this promo did—it made the result less obvious. It has been established that Cena is taking no torch from Rock; he already has it handed to him by Bull Buchanan. This is what the title claims it is—an Icon vs. Icon match.

Cena needs to win because it's his life, and he's spent years building it and can't let it crash and burn. Rock needs to win because he needs to put in the final piece of the Legends jigsaw and say he's done it all. The Rock needs to win over the three legends of the three most popular eras in wrestling history—Hulk Hogan, Stone Cold and John Cena.

There is no denying the greatness these stars have achieved, and there is no denying the greatness they will go on to achieve, having many years ahead of them in their respective fields. But for now, thanks to the growing age of Stone Cold and many other wrestling legends, you won't find two more icons in their primes. For now, this is once in a lifetime.

Hey, there's still a chance for Justin Roberts vs. Josh Matthews. (yay!)

I planned on making a poll asking for your tally for this feud (those with the benefit of vision will see that John Cena won in mine), but then I had to include situations where you might have given them a tie (due to aforementioned sense of judgement Hawaii vacation), and it involved permutations and combinations and frankly I'm in no mood for that. So I'll leave it with a simple poll, even though I can guess the answer.

I would love to read your tally in the comments section, so do honour my love.

Thanks for the read all.


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