Sonic sat silently on his couch alone on a Friday night. His only companion was his phone, of which Tales was annoyingly texting him. He sighed and set his phone down after he replied to yet another text from his best friend. This was boring.
You've got to be kidding me, thought Sonic, stretching and sinking into the couch more. I don't know how much more of this I can take.
Right when he heard his phone buzz for the millionth time, there was a strong knock at the door that caused him to jump. Turning his head in the direction, he raised a single brow in curiosity.
"That's weird," he told himself, slowly rising from the couch. He headed for the door. "Who could that be?"
Just as he said that, the door burst open and Sonic was frozen in shock. An odd but familiar theme song played in the background. Sonic's eyes went wide. He knew exactly who this was standing in his doorway.
And his name was- "JOHN CENA!" roared the intruder as he threw his arms up in the air and flexed.
When John sent a wink his way and stepped inside his house, Sonic gulped. "C-Cena? What are you doing here?"
"The real question should be 'why wasn't I here earlier?'," replied John, slowly walking toward him, his muscles bulging which each move he made. Sonic couldn't pry his eyes away.
"Th-this is my house, you know," the blue hedgehog retorted. "You don't just go barging into other people's houses, champ."
John chuckled. He was standing directly in front of the little hedgehog now. "Yeah, well I don't see you tying to throw me out." He grinned down at him. Sonic nearly melted.
As the pro-wrestler caressed Sonic in his arms, Sonic shivered. "Oh, Cena-senpai~" he purred, feeling his sweaty, muscly chest.
"Shhh," whispered John, strutting to Sonic's room with Sonic in his arms. "It's all okay now. I'll make your Friday night less boring. You're going to see moves I've never used in the WWE. Consider yourself lucky."
"Oh I am lucky," replied Sonic in a husky, hypnotized voice. "I'd love to see those moves of yours, Cena-senpai."
A loud laugh escaped the wrestler's mouth, his adams apple bobbing up and down. Sonic blushed. And just before they disappeared into his bedroom to enjoy a fun round of wrestling, Sonic's phone buzzed, forgotten.