It was Sunday night at the wrestling ring. Morgan Freeman had just been selected for the new WWE announcer. John Cena, who had always secretly desired the position for himself, was enraged. He found himself in the hallway, staring into Morgan Freeman's dressing room. Morgan Freeman did his hair in the mirror. "I know you're there, John," he said in a voice dripping with power.

John Cena looked down at the knife in his hand and then at Morgan. Why was he doing this? This beautiful man! It was wrong!

"I knew you'd be coming here tonight, John," Mr. Freeman said calmly. "You can put that knife away. I had a bed brought up to this room. We can watch the new movie that just came out on Netflix."

"And chill while we're doing it?"

Morgan reached down and pulled out a blue pill. "Whatever you want, son."

John Cena crawled into the bed. "I hope you know that just because I'm a big guy doesn't mean I don't like to get dominated..."

The pair made fierce love into the night. No one had even bothered to turn on the TV. All was well.