John Cena: Google. Google is the fountain of knowledge for the clueless. Old buddy Google won’t let me down! Now, how the hell… do you spell… Fandango?

He glanced up and his eyes landed on a large, rotating fan in the corner.

Fan…

Then he looked to his right and saw a group of the divas standing together talking, a few of which were even shooting decidedly flirtatious glances his way. He did his best to plant a “look of smolder” on his face for a moment, giving the group a slightly upward nod of appreciation before typing…

Dang…

Then he happened to glance forward and there stood one Michael Cole wearing a weight belt that looked absolutely ridiculous on him; especially considering he was wearing hot pink sweatbands … and working with the five pound hand weights… and seemed to be struggling. John’s face immediately took on an expression that was a comical combo of disbelief, fear, and what could best be described as empathetic embarrassment. He shook his head slowly, continuing to watch Cole’s musculoskeletal plight for a moment or two longer.

Oh… no. No, no, no, no, no….

For a moment John typed in “oh” but then deciding Fandango definitely didn’t sound French and that the final “h” would not be silent, not to mention it just didn’t look right, he simply went with “o” and hit enter. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. Well, this Fandango guy apparently got around. He even had his own website! For a moment John skimmed over the links, checking over a few as if to verify that they were in fact dead ends, reading out loud to himself as he went.