Next to the stage.. John Cena.

[D.J]

OOC: Haven't rp'ed in awhile. Thought you guys might like this. Feedback welcome!

The scene opened to a sign that said Union City, NJ. The scene cut away when it re-opened the camera was shaking from side to side as it was clear he was the only camera man who was covering this particular scene. The camera panned quickly to the left and picked up John Cena. He was wearing a Mark Messier throw back New York Rangers Jersey, and a New York Rangers pinwheel hat. He had on Blue Red and White Nike Zoom Hyperfuse's. He walked through the door's of a place called XO Lounge. The camera hustled to follow him in. When the camera was inside the place it was clear this was a hip hop club. "Lollipop" by Lil' Wayne blasted over the sound system in the club, and everybody there was dancing. The camera finally made it's way over to the bar where John Cena ripped three shots that were lined up in front of him. The bartender gave him a look that implied "anything else." John motioned for more to be lined up. They were and he drank them. As he walked away from the bar, he bumped into a large African American man. The man wore a big black t shirt and black pants. He looked at John.

Large Man: Yo, what the fuck man? Watch where you goin.. oh shit.. aren't you.

John Cena: Yeah yeah, it's me it's John Cena.

Large Man: Oh my bad yo, I thought you was Marky Mark.

The man started laughing. He grabbed a couple of his friends, also African American, and began cracking up while he talked.

Large Man: Look yo, it's Marky Mark! Where's the Funky Bunch?!

They all started laughing. Cena just stood there with a blank stare. He then broke out in laughter too, which made the men laugh even harder. On a dime, John stopped laughing and stared at them dead in the face.

John Cena: Ya'll better save some of that wit, assuming you fellas are goin' in the rap battle.

Large Man: You are going to be in the rap battle?

John Cena: That's right.

They all started laughing again. One of the large man's friends stepped forward, he looked extremely confident.

Man #2: Oh yeah, we'll save some of that wit, vanilla. You are going to wish you never stepped foot in this club tonight.

John Cena, smiled wryly. He took a step toward the man, almost so he was right in his face.

John Cena: That so?

The man took a step toward John so they were nose to nose.

Man #2: Yea, that's so.

The rest of the crew all took a step toward John, who looked up with just his eyes to see he was very out numbered. John smiled.

John Cena: Aight then, we'll see what's what soon enough then, won't we?

John patted the man on the shoulder who slammed John's hand off. John took a step back.

John Cena: At ease boys.

John walked away back towards the bar. The music in the club cut off and an African American Woman took the microphone.

Battle Host Chick: HOW WE ALL FEEELIN!?

The crowd went crazy.

Battle Host Chick: We got a great battle on tap. 4 competitors, 1 champion, are ya'll ready!?

More cheers.

Battle Host Chick: First coming to the stage we got K Beanz against..

She paused not believing what she was reading.

Battle Host Chick: John Cena.

There were cheers for K Beanz, a skinny short african american who was wearing a Tim Tebow New York Jets jersey, damn he got that fast, and black skinny jeans that were sagged low. The cheers stopped when Cena's named was called. John took the stage and there was dead silence. He sarcastically put his fists together and shook them towards the crowd, as if they were cheering their brains off for him. There were whispers in the crowd, it was clear that some of these folks recognized him, the rest were confused as to why there was a white boy on stage. The one's that did recognize him were murmuring about why this particular white boy was on stage.

Battle Host Chick: K Beanz call it heads or tails.

K Beanz: Tails.

She flipped the coin it was tails. K Beanz smiled.

K Beanz: Ima go first against Eminem Hogan over here.

Battle Host Chick: Ok 60 seconds go for it.

The crowd cheered, you see what he did there, rapper/wrestler, K Beanz was full of wit. Let's see if his verse would stack up. A rap beat started and K Beanz began to spit.

K Beanz:

John Cena, your career is gettin a lil iffy.
Wrestlemania's Sunday, and you here in Union City.
really, I don't mean to out you here
but look everybody, THE CHAMP IS QUEER!

The crowd OOH'D

please you don't quit your day job, and try to stop me
you tryin to fit in, but you a dumb mothafucka, cuse black folk don't watch hockey

The man grabbed John's Rangers jersey when he said the last line. The crowd cheered. The man instead of continuing to spit started to act out playing hockey on stage for the next 30 seconds, and the crowd cheered and laughed. The instrumental stopped.

Battle Chick Host: OK OK! Cena you ready?

Cena nodded. The instrumental started again.

John Cena:

I'm dumb? Ok if that's how you have ta' spin it.
You played charades for 30 seconds, and they were laughin, midget.
but I know its cuse there's no more words in your vocab, n' you only rapped half a minute.
listen, you actin hard, but if I stepped to you, you'd be wheezin' beanz
cuse you got no balls, or we'd all see em, through your Bieber Jeans.

The crowd OOH'd they were startin to get behind Cena.

I'm sure you still tryin' to decide if facin me's a gift or a curse
but it's gon be clear when I lead you straight to a hearse, I hit till it hurts
beanz beanz the magical fruit the more I eat, the more I SHIT on your verse.

The crowd was now going nuts for Cena.

I'm a wizard with words, so what I'm sayin's beware.
he talks about what I wear, he's wearin Tebow there, but I guess that's fair
cuse he's always down on his knees, but please believe.. he AINT saying a prayer.

WORD LIFE!

The crowd went crazy and without any votes at all the host of the battle raised Cena's hand and Cena hit his fits together with his pinky's out. K Beanz nodded with a defeated smile on his face.

Battle Host Chick: John Cena's going to the next round! He'll meet the winner of our next battle between Renegade and Killa AP. Renegade and Killa AP to the stage.

The two men hit the stage. One of whom was the man Cena was face to face with earlier in the night. The battle was taking place in the background, as the camera was back focused on Cena who went to sit by the bar. The bartender came over, dapped Cena, and gave him a beer.

Bartender: Good shit boy, this one's on the house.

John nodded in appreciation, as an African American man from the crew Cena encountered earlier came up to John.

Man #3: My man Renegade, has won this battle the past 6 weeks, and ain't no way a white boy like you is going to come in here n take his title.

John smiled.

John Cena: Like I said bruh, we'll see what's what, soon enough.

Cena sipped his beer, and raised his eyebrows as he was looking right at the man. From in the background we heard.

Battle Host Chick: And the winner of this battle, RENEGADE. ARE WE READY FOR THE FINALS?!

The crowd cheered. John finished his beer in one big sip. He let out a long "AHHH"

John Cena: Guess that's my cue.

Cena burped in the guy's face, and the guy looked disgusted as Cena walked away from him. The man looked pissed off and the bartender saw the whole thing, and could not hold back from laughter. Cena made his way up to the stage.

Battle Host Chick: Ok John Cena, you are the challenger, facin' the champion Renegade, so you call it! Heads or Tails.

John Cena: Heads.

She flipped the coin.

Battle Host Chick: Heads it is.

John Cena: Ladies first.

Renegade shook his head as if to say "ok, we'll see in a minute."

Battle Host Chick: HA HA! OK Minute and a half to spit your best shit, DJ LEMME HEAR IT!

A new beat started and Renegade looked at Cena in the eyes. A smile then came on his face.

Renegade:

Quiet down yall, I mean it stop yellin yo, and get to a hush
I wanna tell yall about a little chick I fucked, named Jessica Rush

Cena's look went from confident to, "did he just say what I think he said."

She's a nice blonde white girl, curves are the bomb yo.
I hit it twice at my place, and 3 more times at her condo.
wit most girls it be wrong yo, but I did it like, so what?
cuse she just used to it, fucked till she's numb, like she constantly coked up.

Cena's fists were clenching together. He had come for a rap battle, and to take part in a sport of battling that he had become quite fond of. His eyes never left the smug look on Renegade's face as he was spitting his verse. Suddenly everything that he had been going through, seemed to be rising to the surface like a volcano. He then eased a little bit, knowing that Renegade was only trying to get a rise out of him. This was a guy who probably just read the tabloids and knew Cena dated this girl, and was using it for the insult alone.

Renegade:

She likes it from the front, the back, all sorts of crazy positions.
she a nympho, so i just had to get wit it.
it's scary how much of a slut she is, and still John's feelings linger.
Ya'll believe that, he wanted to put a ring, on that little whore's finger.

It was now getting personal, and Cena knew that it was part of rap battling, but when was it too far? This man who John didn't know, and that didn't know John, was being so disrespectful about something that was true, and still very much with John in a major way. Again Cena's fists clenched, he was about to snap.

Renegade:

Truth be told, nailin his ex girl, is only a wish.
and maybe I didn't get with her, but ya'll might as well call me a snitch
cuse when I went to Warfare, I got the details, in a complete list
when I overheard CM PUNK, say, THATS HOW HE FUCKED HIS BITCH.

On his last line, Renegade tapped Cena on the chest with his index finger three times. On beat with "FUCKED.. HIS.. BITCH" Cena had heard enough. Renegade went to open his mouth to say more, but instead he was decked right in the face by John Cena. The crowd paused for a second, out of shock, and then a brawl ensued. Cena was punching any thing that moved. Finally, Renegades crew was on the stage and began to stomp on Cena. They held him up and punched him over and over in the face until John was a bloody mess. The crew held Cena up, it was pure chaos on the dance floor as everybody was fighting with each other, but that may as well have been a blur. Renegade pulled out a gun from his back pocket. He held it up to Cena. Most people would have pleaded for their lives at this moment. John had his eyes barely open, blood was streaming down his face. He looked at Renegade with a blank look on his face. A look that seemed empty, like he had nothing left to give, nothing left to live for. He said two words, that Renegade was not expecting.

John Cena: Do it.

Renegade went from looking angry, to confused.

Renegade: What did you say?

John Cena: Go on, yeah, do it. Pull the trigger!

Cena's words were bone chilling in the sense that it was clear he wasn't testing this man's fortitude. He really wanted him to, you could see it in his eyes, and hear it in his voice. He wanted the man to end his misery right then and there.

Renegade: You crazy white boy, but your wish is my command.

Renegade clicked the gun, and prepared started to pull the trigger. Just as he was about to shoot John. The bartender tackled him and the gun shot, went awry. The fight on the dance floor stopped when the gun shot was heard. Everybody instinctively fled the club. Another man ran onto the stage screaming. He was wearing a suit.

XO Lounge Owner: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON OUT HERE!? GET THE FUCK OUT BEFORE I CALL THE COPS!

Renegade: Man let's go ya'll. You are dead Cena, you hear me?! DEAD!

John Cena looked at him with that same ice cold, empty stare. He was beaten down, drunk, and a mess both internally and externally. He managed to say one word, just loud enough for Renegade and his boys to hear.

John Cena: Promise?

Renegade grabbed his 3 friends and the men fled the club as well. The only remaning people in XO Lounge was the owner, the bartender and Cena.

Bartender: Why'd you start that, John? It was just a rap ba..

John interrupted.

John Cena: Man shut the fuck up, you don't know me man.

Bartender: I didn't say I did.

Cena didn't even hear him. He had fallen so far from grace, and in this moment, his thoughts, his mind, was the center of the universe, and everybody and everything else around him was just noise.

John Cena: You don't know me man, fuck off.

Bartender: I saved your life.

John Cena: What life?

With those words John picked himself off the ground, and slowly made his way out of the club. The scene faded to black.

[Ashlee]

I. just. felt sorry for him.

Wow. Thanks.

[Will]

This was some entertaining stuff!

[Juan Ramirez]

Loving the raps. WORD LIFE.