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It appears to be nearly dusk as we see a quiet street, looking the very picture of stereotypical American suburbia. The camera work is shaky, whoever is taking the pictures clearly not wanting to be seen as we see WWE Champion John Cena drawing to a halt in a band new sports car, a smile all over his face, clearly pleased with himself. He exits the vehicle and grabs a bag from a bag
"Dad?" he calls out at the gate to a detached property, obviously visiting his parents. John Cena Sr is in the garden and greets his son, telling him to go on inside. Cena grins
"I've gotta a hell of a lot to tell you, STILL THE CHAMP" shouts the Doctor of Thuganomics, holding up the bag, clearly with the WWE Championship in. Cena approaches the door to the house and suddenly stops dead in absolute horror
"DAD...." he cries out, dropping his bag and pointing. Cena's father ruses around
"What the hell is that?" snaps the WWE Champion, pointing as a whicker number 7 that's been hammered to the door with rusty nails, seemingly tied up with thorns. Cena Senior gives a grimace
"So weirdo brought it... he said it was for you, said you'd... get the message" he says, the WWE Champion going as white as a sheet
"What else did he say?" he asks, Cena's father shrugging, seemingly thinking it's of no importance
'He said you had seven days left"
John Cena swallows hard and turns to look at the demonic 7 nailed to the door as we fade away.....
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