"Boys come to the kitchen for dinner" Carol had been yelling for her four boys to come to dinner. It was such a tough job trying to get her boys John, Dan, Sean, and Boug away from the video games. Only one thing would bring John running, the voice of his father.
John had a really tight relationship with his dad. He respected, yet feared him. What ever his father said, he did. John Cena sr. was not only a father to John but also his trainer. Since he was a little baby, John Cena loved wrestling. The larger than life personalities that the wrestlers portrayed and the size of them drew John to the TV. He could watch for hours in amazement. It became his dream to wrestle for the then WWE and started to train with his father. They would spend gruelling hours in the gym and inside the ring everyday.
The boys finally came to dinner and sat down.
"Son, after dinner..."
John cut off his dad and said "Yeah, for sure"
His mother shook her head, "Why can't you be playing baseball or basketball? This is dangerous"
"Carol, its not like its going to be his job" John Cena sr. lied.
All he wanted for his son was to make it to the WWE and start a great career for himself.
It was 7 o'clock and he and his dad left for the gym. No one bothered waiting up for them. When John and his dad reached their house at 12 a.m. everyone was asleep but they changed that once they stepped inside.
"John! You have to work on that move, I keep showing you over and over again and you just don't get it! How can I make you understand!"
"DAD! Its not my fault, I need more practice" John replied to his angry father.
"What's all the noise?" asked Carol as she awoke to the screaming voices of John and John sr.
"Well, the regional tournament is next week so you better be ready." John sr. said.
"Oh my gosh, don't worry about that, you've been practicing everyday, you'll be fine." Carol assured her son.
"Yeah I know I will, you saw my crazy drop kick and then that closeline…you didn't see that coming. Why you even yelling, I beat you" John snickered to his dad as he lightly punched him.
"Alright, I don't mean to yell but you don't have to tell me you won, get to bed now" John Cena sr. hugged his son and went to his bedroom.