▉╏⊱ cenation -- delete this one boss
JOHN CENA
ʜᴜsᴛʟᴇ ʟᴏʏᴀʟᴛʏ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ
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John Cena wasn't scheduled to appear in quite some time. But tonight upon hearing Triple H's promo he decided to cut his break. He had come to his senses. Because listening to that promo had fueled his fire within. He couldn't just up and leave like some quitter. It would ruin everything he stood for. Sure, he would be criticized for saying he was taking leave of absence but people were going to talk behind your back anyway, right? John had gone to the backstage area where he would proceed to stand alone. There was no interviewer next to him holding a microphone and asking questions. He didn't want that. Tonight he was here to put a few things back into order. Get a few cleared up. Rumors were like the flu. It spread quick. John tonight was going to be the one to give the antidote and cure everyone of them too. He stood there waiting for cameras ready for him to go. When they were he had raised the microphone to his lips. When given the "okay" signal he appeared on camera shirtless with his dog tag roped around his chiseled body.
"Tonight, I'm not here to be witty. Nor am I here to give a long winded, twenty minute promo wasting everyone that paid to be here time's tonight. Tonight I'm out here to shed light on some truth. Because, well as you all may know I'm not supposed to be 'here'. Yeah it's true I opted for a break...Oops, fourth wall broken right? Why? Because things were getting tough. Then I realized who I was. I came to my senses and I realized who the hell am I to go tucking my tail between my legs. Who the hell am I to take my ball and just go home? As a man I have obligations I must stick to." John said firmly put and very serious. He was here to stay. This was his home. He loved what he did as well. "That I will stick to. I'm sure you all read the "dirt-sheets" about recent backstage "drama". We ain't gon' go into detail wit' all that. Still, lets be real. Wrestling ain't like it used to be. But that ain't exactly what ah'm here to talk about. So let me start over. My name is John Cena. I'm a TNWR Superstar. I was a TNWE Superstar. And I was a TNWF Superstar. I've been everywhere. Every company. I've seen it all, done it all. Let me be the first to remind everyone here who has that doubt that I don't this for the fame. No, I do it because I jump at every opportunity to perform for all of you. You guys, the fans. I love this. I live for this. Whether tonight you boo me or another night you cheer me. That's your guys' voices at work."
The crowd could be heard in the background out in the arena cheering for Cena's words. Most of his haters even joined in for the respect aspect of what he was saying. "That's all of you telling all of them "back there" that you're not going to just 'shut up' and take what they feed you. Whether it's you backing up talented and underutilized guys like Trent or backing up the yes-man himself, Daniel Bryan."
Some "Yes" chants broke out in the arena for Daniel when he mentioned him. "And that simply is what makes each and everyone of you unique. It is what makes this industry unique. It's what makes wrestling such a valued entertainment. Anything's possible here. You never know what can happen when the fans speak up. It actually makes me a fan of all of you. To stick up for what you want and not let someone else tell you otherwise. You see, because it seems another man has been doing that for far too long now. Coming out in front of you all every week or so and mocking all of you. Mocking you all because he's empowered. He feels he is entitled to do as he pleases just because he's screwing the bosses' daughter.
I'm sure all of you know about the "review". The one I supposedly wrote. That I gave the pay-per-view, TNWR's first pay-per-view of the year a D-minus grade. Now, I myself ain't too worried about no grades or none of that. My name wasn't stamped on that. So naw, that ain't me son. I don't write grades. And if I did I'd damn sure grade that nose of your waaaaay too big for your head. Because I'm going to be blunt and you know who you are, if we ever stepped into the ring together. I'd knock your head clean off yo'shoulders boy and better you remember it. You better remember it the next time you and your bulky suit hustle down to the ring looking all smug as if you are better than these people. You better remember it the next time you pick up one of these here microphones and stand in that ring. You better remember the next time you begin to grunt and your voice becomes all *ughhh* deep *ughhh* and *ughhh* raspy like yo'a** got bronchitis. You better remember that every thing you have accomplished; I can double it and have already done it better. Remember the next time you even put yo'mind to talk downwards to me. You better remember who you callin' out like I'm some two time backstabbing chump. You better remember my name. You better remember what I stand for. My name is John Cena. So I'm gon' remind you this jack. If you want some, and there's damn sure still a lot to go around, come get some. You know where to find me." John finished. He also gave a wink. It wasn't supposed to be a weird innuendo but because he knew how trolls could be, this was just something he knew they would have a field day with. He then looked at the cameraman and nodded. Letting him turn the broadcast off.
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JOHN CENA
ʜᴜsᴛʟᴇ ʟᴏʏᴀʟᴛʏ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ
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John Cena wasn't scheduled to appear in quite some time. But tonight upon hearing Triple H's promo he decided to cut his break. He had come to his senses. Because listening to that promo had fueled his fire within. He couldn't just up and leave like some quitter. It would ruin everything he stood for. Sure, he would be criticized for saying he was taking leave of absence but people were going to talk behind your back anyway, right? John had gone to the backstage area where he would proceed to stand alone. There was no interviewer next to him holding a microphone and asking questions. He didn't want that. Tonight he was here to put a few things back into order. Get a few cleared up. Rumors were like the flu. It spread quick. John tonight was going to be the one to give the antidote and cure everyone of them too. He stood there waiting for cameras ready for him to go. When they were he had raised the microphone to his lips. When given the "okay" signal he appeared on camera shirtless with his dog tag roped around his chiseled body.
"Tonight, I'm not here to be witty. Nor am I here to give a long winded, twenty minute promo wasting everyone that paid to be here time's tonight. Tonight I'm out here to shed light on some truth. Because, well as you all may know I'm not supposed to be 'here'. Yeah it's true I opted for a break...Oops, fourth wall broken right? Why? Because things were getting tough. Then I realized who I was. I came to my senses and I realized who the hell am I to go tucking my tail between my legs. Who the hell am I to take my ball and just go home? As a man I have obligations I must stick to." John said firmly put and very serious. He was here to stay. This was his home. He loved what he did as well. "That I will stick to. I'm sure you all read the "dirt-sheets" about recent backstage "drama". We ain't gon' go into detail wit' all that. Still, lets be real. Wrestling ain't like it used to be. But that ain't exactly what ah'm here to talk about. So let me start over. My name is John Cena. I'm a TNWR Superstar. I was a TNWE Superstar. And I was a TNWF Superstar. I've been everywhere. Every company. I've seen it all, done it all. Let me be the first to remind everyone here who has that doubt that I don't this for the fame. No, I do it because I jump at every opportunity to perform for all of you. You guys, the fans. I love this. I live for this. Whether tonight you boo me or another night you cheer me. That's your guys' voices at work."
The crowd could be heard in the background out in the arena cheering for Cena's words. Most of his haters even joined in for the respect aspect of what he was saying. "That's all of you telling all of them "back there" that you're not going to just 'shut up' and take what they feed you. Whether it's you backing up talented and underutilized guys like Trent or backing up the yes-man himself, Daniel Bryan."
Some "Yes" chants broke out in the arena for Daniel when he mentioned him. "And that simply is what makes each and everyone of you unique. It is what makes this industry unique. It's what makes wrestling such a valued entertainment. Anything's possible here. You never know what can happen when the fans speak up. It actually makes me a fan of all of you. To stick up for what you want and not let someone else tell you otherwise. You see, because it seems another man has been doing that for far too long now. Coming out in front of you all every week or so and mocking all of you. Mocking you all because he's empowered. He feels he is entitled to do as he pleases just because he's screwing the bosses' daughter.
I'm sure all of you know about the "review". The one I supposedly wrote. That I gave the pay-per-view, TNWR's first pay-per-view of the year a D-minus grade. Now, I myself ain't too worried about no grades or none of that. My name wasn't stamped on that. So naw, that ain't me son. I don't write grades. And if I did I'd damn sure grade that nose of your waaaaay too big for your head. Because I'm going to be blunt and you know who you are, if we ever stepped into the ring together. I'd knock your head clean off yo'shoulders boy and better you remember it. You better remember it the next time you and your bulky suit hustle down to the ring looking all smug as if you are better than these people. You better remember it the next time you pick up one of these here microphones and stand in that ring. You better remember the next time you begin to grunt and your voice becomes all *ughhh* deep *ughhh* and *ughhh* raspy like yo'a** got bronchitis. You better remember that every thing you have accomplished; I can double it and have already done it better. Remember the next time you even put yo'mind to talk downwards to me. You better remember who you callin' out like I'm some two time backstabbing chump. You better remember my name. You better remember what I stand for. My name is John Cena. So I'm gon' remind you this jack. If you want some, and there's damn sure still a lot to go around, come get some. You know where to find me." John finished. He also gave a wink. It wasn't supposed to be a weird innuendo but because he knew how trolls could be, this was just something he knew they would have a field day with. He then looked at the cameraman and nodded. Letting him turn the broadcast off.
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