Chapter Four - Drunk Mango Cats
"Hsssssssss! Mofo hssss!" My beloved wife screeched from the room she was in. Unfortunately I wasn't allowed in.
The door slammed open. It was Nurse Sheeran. What could this ginger goddess possibly want now? Ugh.
"SHE IS DEAD."
Oh well shit.
I bawled my eyes out on the spot, despite what the gay princes Dan and Phil have told me about crafting (which they owed us so many videos for jesus hell it's been months). I cried like I was underwater so no one heard a sound.
And no one did.
Why? Because I'm John Cena. The man who married a cat. A cat who didn't even want him.
I cried even more at the thought. I cried until warm arms wrapped around me, the familiar scent of the Rock washing over me and filling my heaving lungs. This strange feeling flooded me, and images of the Rock and I splashed into my vision.
I've only felt this breezy warmth and jittery heart once in my life, and I knew exactly what this was.
I was in love.
But how to get him back? I will.
It's time for the return of
JOHN CENA.
Now to do it right though because honestly I failed the last attempt. Whoops. No time to back down from this challenge now I guess.
YOU ARE READING
the royal smackdown
HumorPoor boy John Cena loses his job, then his wife, and then the only thing left of his wife. He has to go on an adventure with a familiar sex beast to get them back.
