Glasgow, Scotland. Monday Night Raw. The air crackles as John Cena’s music hits, but the crowd doesn’t cheer—they jeer. “John Cena sucks,” they sing, twisting his own theme into a taunt. Draped in his farewell tour T-shirt and clutching a “The Last Time Is Now” towel, Cena strides out, his face a mask of cold defiance. He locks eyes with a kid in the front row decked out in his gear, stares him down, and heads to the ring. This isn’t the hero you grew up with—this is a man on a mission to burn it all down.

Standing in the squared circle, Cena grabs the mic and lets the crowd have it. “You got something to say? Go ahead—do your worst,” he sneers. The boos rain down, a “F–k you, Cena” chant swelling. He smirks. “You’re all so predictable. Last week, I shredded some clueless kid’s feelings—his pathetic face plastered everywhere—and you loved it. Rewatched it. Memed it. Who’s worse? Me, the guy telling the truth, or you, the rats in this cage?”

The crowd fires back with “Shut the f–k up!” Cena laughs. “You make it easy. For 25 years, I’ve listened to your lies, your noise. I didn’t waste that time being petty like you—I paid attention. I learned. Every cheer, every boo, every dumb ‘What?’ chant—you’ve told me everything about yourselves. You know nothing about me.”

The Spinner Belt Betrayal

He pauses, the tension thick. “April 2005. That’s when you showed me your soul. I gave you the WWE Spinner Championship—my greatest idea—and you tore me apart. Called it a toy. Said I disrespected the legacy. You Googled your hate, but you made one mistake: you showed me what matters most to you. And now? I’m using it against you.”

Cena’s voice drops, icy and deliberate. “I’m going to ruin wrestling. For every fan, every wrestler, for everyone. At WrestleMania 41, I’ll win my 17th title, bury Ric Flair’s name, and make you scream ‘John Cena’ forever. Then I’ll take that belt—the heart of this business—and retire with it. You can cobble together some fake toy belt, because the real one’s mine. I’ll be the last true champion WWE ever knows.”

The crowd erupts, a mix of rage and shock. “Revenge is best served cold,” he adds. “I’ll rip your memories and dreams out of your chests and walk away. There’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

Cody Rhodes Strikes Back

Cue the music. Undisputed WWE Champion Cody Rhodes storms out to a thunderous ovation, high-fiving fans as he charges the ring. Cena stares him down, unblinking. The air buzzes—these two are set to collide at WrestleMania 41 in Las Vegas, and the stakes couldn’t be higher.

Rhodes grabs a mic. “You’re gonna take the title from the people? You’ve gotta take it from me first. Last week, I misjudged you—thought it was old John vs. new John. But this?” He gestures to Cena. “This is the most dangerous John Cena I’ve ever seen. Angry. Sincere. Willing. But you messed up, man. You said all that to these people while I’m in the building.”

The crowd breaks into song for Rhodes, their voices soaring. “Does that bother you, John?” Rhodes asks, grinning. “I fought tooth and nail to hold this title once, to validate my name. And you? You’re betting wrestling’s whole timeline on your vanity.” He drops the belt in the ring’s center. “You want it? Take it. Right now.”

Cena tosses his mic, steps forward—then stops. He grabs his towel and walks off to deafening boos. Rhodes shouts after him: “Keep walking, John. That’s how you’ll leave WrestleMania—empty-handed. This title stays with us.” He hoists the championship high as the crowd roars.

A Legend Unraveled

Rewind to earlier this year: Cena won the Elimination Chamber in February and shocked the world by aligning with The Rock. Now, he’s on a warpath to a 17th reign, vowing not just to win, but to destroy. The Glasgow crowd saw it firsthand—booing as he soaked in their hate, towel raised like a conqueror’s flag.

This isn’t hustle, loyalty, or respect. This is Cena unleashed—part villain, part mastermind. Is he a hero turned bitter? A genius playing the long game? Or a man convinced he’s wrestling’s final chapter? One thing’s clear: he’s got the WWE Universe hooked, horrified, and hanging on his every word. WrestleMania 41 can’t come soon enough.