I remember when John Cena killed me. It was a cool autumn day. The leaves were just starting to fall from the trees. I was sitting there, just minding my own business, when out of nowhere I heard a loud thump. I was curious as to what it was and went to investigate. Suddenly, I heard "John Cena!" My blood ran cold. It was unreasonable that he wanted me to fight him because I had stolen a muffin. I took a deep breath and went over to find him. I arrived at the rusted playground where he said he would fight me at. There he stood, fake blood dripping off him from his latest match. His bulging muscles stretched at his clothes. Uh oh, I thought. I confronted him, preparing for my death. Relax, I told myself. I stepped towards him, my body going rigid. He walked towards me. We met in the center, his music blaring behind him. "Why am I here again?" I asked, hoping to get out of this. "You forgot already? It's because you stole my muffins!" He ran towards me and beat me into a pulp. I felt my soul drifting away from my body. Goodbye, I thought, and then there was nothing but darkness.
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The John Cena Trilogy
FanfictionThis paints a lovely picture of pro wrestler John Cena in three unrelated vignettes. Enjoy. Disclaimer: I wrote this a couple years ago as a joke. I know the writing is bad, but it was never intended to be good. This is not meant to offend anyone (b...
