I was 37 years old and I still lived with my parents. I loved John Cena so much, I had all of the Cenation merchandise and every movie he's starred in. I pray to Cena every night before bed, thanking him for the life I've been given. "Cena is God" I say, "Cena is Life". My mom hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew she was just jealous of my devotion to Cena. I called her a kike. She laps me and sends me to go to sleep.
I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it's really cold, although it could just be because the basement I sleep in has no air conditioning. Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me, I feel something touch me. It's John Cena! He whispers into my ear "The champ is here!". He grabs me with his powerful steroid-filled muscles and places me on my hands and knees. I'm ready. I spread my asscheeks for Cena as he penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I would do anything for Cena. I can feel my anus tearing as my eyes begin to water, I push against his Superman force. I want to please Cena. He screams a mighty roar as he fills my butthole with his love. My dad then walks in, Cena looks him straight in the eye and says "CENA WINS LOL!". Cena leaves through my window.
Cena is God, Cena is Life.