Respect
John cena just got finished with his segment with big show and cm punk. He felt all these emotions and thoughts running his body. How could I be so stupid? I passed up a perfect opportunity to win the championship. And, for what? For the love and respect from the wwe universe I would probably gain back within a week of my championship reign. Why do I always have to be the good guy in everything? Sometimes, I wish that I won't have to worry about doing the right thing. Like cm punk. He doesn't care about what people thought about him. He stayed himself though out his whole wrestling career. That's the very thing I respect out of him. The thing I like about him.
After the segment, john went to go change into his regular clothes, when he heard a knock on his locker room door.
"Come in" john said without considering who he just let in.
"What up, Johnny boy" cm punk mocking john cena.
"Hey punk, what are you doing here, shouldn't you get ready for our championship match next week."
"Yeah, but before I do, I just want to say thanks for not cashing your money in the bank contract on me tonight. I don't know if I would be able to do the same though if I was in your position."
"It's ok, punk, you would probably do it to. It's just a respect thing."
"Man, what is with you and this respect thing? You get people who don't even like you and boo every time you come out to the ring, why do you care what they think?"
"Well, they do have the choice to not like me and for the people who do, I think they should get their money's worth and watches me give it my all."
"Whatever man, the way I see it is if you go out there and prove that you're the best, than you don't need to worry what anybody else has to say about the victory. Between you and me, I kind of miss being a heel."
"Why"
"Because, a part of me feels like I sold out. I use to be the voice of the voiceless, have pipe bombs every week and was the hottest thing last year. Now, I'm being upstaged by a crazy chick, a giant, a goat face, a demon, and you. And personal, I feel like I play a better heel than a face."
"How is that exactly?"
"Because, before you can be truly be hated, first, you have to truly be loved."
"Well, whatever you decide to do, good luck to you." John cena stood up and shook punk's hand"
"Luck's for losers." Cm punk said with a smart grin on his face, walking out of the room.