He was spoiled, he knew this for fact and relished it.
Harmonica from Dancing JCurtis, tambourine from Kid Perfect McGillicutty, assorted plain tees in solid colors, tanks as well and white socks from various people in the roster.
Not everyone had celebrated. Over half the roster hadn't. Cena obviously hadn't and none of it phased him one bit.
He had two separate fifty dollar gift cards from the two big name chain pet supply stores from Jinder, an embarrassing gag gift from Drew( a plastic toy bagpipe player whose kilt would fly up in revealing ways), a wonderfully fun Walking Dead leash and collar set from Justin( hopefully meant for his dog to wear not himself personally), a tiny gold plated fish charm on a cord bracelet from his foul tempered beloved and a decent stack of books about the history of horror films around the world from Kane.
All had chipped in to buy him his guitar, zombie deco delight, perfect for smashing the creeps in the head...Kersplat!
Monday now over, ring already taken down piece by piece, arena closing for the night.
'I am NOT staying here until dawn! Besides catering is OVER!'
'I'll grab something quick from the vending machine.'
'Wait until we get back to the room to gorge.'
'ButI'mhungrynahoooowwwwwww!'
Wade sighed and scowled and paced, finally giving in.
'Here's an extra two dollars, make it fast.'
'You are the sweetest, kindest-'
'Run fetch your food and STOP insulting me.'
'Okay, be right back!'
What was the harm in a candy bar or two?
Not any, he thought while munching away.
Having his maybe kinda sorta own Derrick, now THAT troubled him.
He wasn't going to tell any of his 'Family', not about how that certain referee stared at him, followed him around uninvited, touched him inapropiately many times.
He didn't dare tell, not to Jayge or Wade especially, mainly because they'd probably kill the guy.
Rip him to skin shred confetti, every bone smashed to dust, at the least.
The chocolate spilled from his grip.
Stab in his gut, dropped him like a bullet in a deer.
Stabbing from a knife, hard and twisting.
He lay on his side, couldn't breath, paralyzed from the pain.
Contractions had started.
