John Cena releases several chuckles, as Ted DiBiase Jr. lowers the microphone. Cena nods his head, locking eyes with all of his opponents as he slowly raises the microphone, signifying ‘The CeNation Leader’ is next up for talking as he speaks.
John Cena: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop, stop! Every one, lower your voices because finally, ladies and gentlemen – The Champ is Here!
The audience is slightly confused at whom John Cena is speaking about, but it is revealed when he points toward Dean Ambrose as the fans cheer for the World Heavyweight Champion. Cena nods his head as he continues.
John Cena: Dean, Dean – Dean, it’s good to have you join us. Isn’t it, guys? ‘The Champ’ has joined the challengers, which some might find risky considerin’ we’re all out for that World Heavyweight Championship. But it’s Dean Ambrose, this has man has went to hell and back to own the right to be called World Heavyweight Champion and for that – I applaud him. We all saw what Daniel Bryan and you put yourselves in to for that World Heavyweight Championship and it was you who overcame the odd and emerged victorious. You had a successful championship reign since then, but all good things must come to an end. Dean, that World Heavyweight Championship is gonna’ come home to the true champ and that person is me. He-he, Dean – you might be ruthless, tough, and decimatin’ and all, you proved you’re one of the toughest kids in this business but come The Great American Bash, I’m gonna’ show you tough when I beat everyone’s asses including yours and emerge the World Heavyweight Champion!
The audience cheers as John Cena becomes more and more focused every minute, as he tips his cap toward Dean Ambrose before facing the first challenger, Ted DiBiase Junior.
John Cena: Ted, man – that was some big words comin’ from a small fella like yourself. It’s almost as if you said the same thing you say all the time. ‘My name is Ted DiBiase Junior, my legacy is more important than my father’s, blah, blah, and blah’. Y’see, Ted, I’m gonna’ keep this short and sweet. Everyone doubts you, and you’ve assured to all of us you’re no failure. Honestly though, you sound like one and you look like one. You talk about cheatin’, isn’t that what you’ve done your entire career? Hell, if it wasn’t for cheatin’, you wouldn’t be in this predictament with us. You’d probably be in the back beggin’ to somehow get in this match. It’s the truth, Ted – you got in here by bitchin’ while I got in here by actually doin’ somethin’ worth rememberin’. Yeah, Ambrose proved a point durin’ on match which ‘hacked’ you but on Heatwave, I proved a point that impressed. I outlasted fourteen other men in the Royal Rumble match which earned me a slot in this match. Earnin’ stuff, heh – that sounds like somethin’ you need to practice more on doin’.
The audience explodes in cheers as John Cena nods his head as he mouths the statement ‘Start earnin’, kid’ as he continues.
John Cena: Ha-ha, Ted, are you bendin’ backwards for Michael Cole now? That’s a new low – however you got it all wrong, buddy boy. I didn’t mess with Cole so I can look cool. In fact, it was to entertain these people – everythin’ I do is to entertain these people. They most especially deserve it, but back to the matter at hand, I did that to Cole because he’s an enormous tool. We all know it, even you know it, no one likes Cole, hell you’re probably stickin’ up for him because he talked his way in for some special privileges at the – y’know what, I’m not gonna’ finish that sentence. I’ll probably get fined by the L.G.B.T. Heh.
John Cena rubs his chin, as Ted DiBiase Junior and especially Michael Cole are most likely aren’t happy about Cena’s comment. Cena raises the microphone and turns to Bray Wyatt before continuing.
John Cena: Ah, Bray Wyatt – you never fail to bore me to death. As I attempt to ignore the usual B.S. that spews from your mouth, let me remind you somethin’. Heatwave, a random superstar was chosen to be included in our match come The Great American Bash. Surprisingly, that man turned out to be you – Bray. I wasn’t able to congratulate you, so congratulations. You got a half assed win over me the prior week when I was beat down before the match started and the next week was chosen to be featured in arguably the biggest match of your career. Where exactly is this goin’, Bray? I’m gonna’ tell you, you have your shot Bray. You’re in The King of the Mountain match, you’re on a roll and you know you’re gonna’ walk out the champion. I’m tippin’ my hat off to you, sir – you have dreams. But, I’m gonna’ turn your dream in a nightmare when I snap you in reality and become the World Heavyweight Champion.
John Cena nods his head in agreement to his words, as his tone turns extremely emotional and focused. Cena turns his head and stares at the next challenger, Jeff Hardy as he releases a couple of chuckles before continuing.
John Cena: You don’t know how much I’m waitin’ for The King of the Mountain match, folks. Of course because it’s for the World Heavyweight Championship but there’s one man I wanna’ shut up, and that’s Jeff Hardy.
The audience sits in silence, as John Cena struts toward Jeff Hardy, as they await the tension to break between the two men. Cena continues.
John Cena: I sincerely hope and pray that I’m the one who deals with you, Jeff. I want to be the first man who gets their hands on you so I can make sure you know what you’re dealin’ with. Like I said, I can’t wait for this match for that one sole reason. You’ve dug yourself a mighty fine hole in the ground, and I’d like nothin’ more than to see you lie in it. You and I got a lot of unsettled business to attend to, as our match several weeks ago on SmackDown wasn’t enough to end it. Let’s face it, with your new attitude Jeff, this isn’t gonna’ end anytime soon. By continuin’ to insult me might be fine for you, but it’s simply addin’ more salt and vinegar to your wounds. I hope you got a good pill on pain, because you have no idea who you’re dealin’ with anymore. You have no idea of the match we’re facin’ in with the type of people in it. You call yourself The Anti-Christ, I call you lucky that I didn’t beat your ass yet.
John Cena pauses with a focused smirk inserted on his face, as he raises a finger in the air, before turning to the last challenger, Batista. Cena points toward Batista, as he begins to speak.
John Cena: What’s wrong, Batista? Is that chair makin’ you quiet? Usually, you’d be comin’ at me like a dog with Rabies and spit promises at me we all know especially you would never happen. Promises such as emergin’ out of The Great American Bash with the World Heavyweight Championship. And, we all know that promise is an opinion which will never happen as long as I’m in the match. Batista, I’m still here, I’ve been here, and I’ll always be here until the day I die. It’s about time I showed you the ropes, Batista, it’s about time I prove to you – unlike Dave Batista when John Cena makes a promise, he sticks to it. When I make a promise, I will stand by it and make it a fact and that promise will become the next World Heavyweight Champion. You better freakin’ believe it.
John Cena lowers the microphone, as he awaits another response.
