Cena Style

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...Cena Style...XD
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- .This Fic revolves around John Cena and a fan of his... Mika who gets to meet him after his match.-...

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AND IF YOU DIDN'T KNOW HIS LAST NAME IS PRONOUNCED "CHENA..EVEN THOUGH THERE IS NO "H".
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The screaming fans, the dim lights... That was when he arrived from backstage..... JOHN CENA.

Here came the strong, Firm all-around Italian god walking down the shimmering path that was lain out for him.

As many prospectors watched him for fun...I watched him for many other reasons, my reasons..By just looking at him it was

quite obvious that John Cena was asking for some sort of affection. As he neared the centre of the ring and climbed the

plastic ropes it was very hard to notice his finely, sculpted ass as he bent down in his denim shorts. "CENA, CENA,

CENA...!", The crowed chanted simultaneously. Louder and louder the chanting had become, until his opponent was revealed.

It was none other than Chris Masters. As he ran to the centre of the ring he came face to face with John and began to

engage in their commonly brawl. It was no surprise that John won... After his match he tore off his tightly worn tank

top revealing his toned, hard upper body. He exited the ring and began to move towards the audience where he had always

let some of his fans touch him. He was nearing the exit to backstage when he had spotted me to the far left. "Hi", John

had said. I looked to him and said ..."Hello". Our eyes met as if they were destined to meet.

John leaned over the bar and whispered into my ear, "Come and see me in my dressing room after". As he left, I was

left wondering what he was implying towards me. After watching, countless brawls between less talented wrestlers..

RAW was finally over.

After the all the sweat and blood which was shed, I made are way over to John Cena's dressing room unnoticed. *Knock*.

The door was already unlocked and John was no where to be found. It was pitch black.I walked in..."Hello"....

I looked up to see him standing at the door in nothing but a damp towel."Sorry, I had just taken my shower with Batista

and Muhammed and Chris Masters...those guys can be real bitches sometimes", said John. "Really," I said . "Yeah," He

replied. John sat down, the water still pouring down from his wet hair unto his bare, muscular chest. His body provoked

me..it was hard not to resist such an urge. As a distraction, I yawned but when I yawned he caressed me upon

my hand .. I blushed... I looked up and he was looking at me with such distinction. Suddenly, He got

up...grabbed me by the arm and pinned me down unto the cold floor. "What are you doing ?", I said. He said nothing. He

then took off his towel and began to kiss my neck. I thought to myself.."What am I going to do?". he then took my shirt

off and unbuttoned my pants and took off my undergarment. There we were upon a cold floor in a pitch black room..John

Cena and I...The man I craved. He then, began to fuck me. I gave in... I clawed at his toned back as he plowed his way

into my tight ass.... "When are you going to cum Bitch ?", I said.. As I said that..he got harder and harder

and grabbed my head and made me open my mouth...*Blows*. He, then released his grip and his member from ass and came in

my mouth. His hot cum, sliding down my sensitive throat was the thing that I so needed *Swallows*. As he gets up, he then says to me..." Hey, by the way why do

you like me??". *After Swallowing*, I then replied.."THIS IS WHY".