With a boom the door flung open and in stomped the giant, sweaty, oily JOHN CENA.
Batista ran out from underneath his pants, hoping to get John's Attention.He stared up at the behemoth of muscle standing over him, looking around.
"Dave Batista" He yells "Where are you, we have a Tag Match to do"
Batista jumps and waves his arm to get Johns attention. Unfortunately he is met with a bus sized white sneaker slamming down on him with an earthshattering crack.
in the darkness Batista Realises that whatever he drank also made him indestructable. with the tread of the shoe in his face making it impossible for him to breathe, Dave realises that he cannot suffocate either. John's foot lifts off and dave gazes up into the face of the giant.
"damn...Batista?" John questions "I thought I was killing a rat or something....you're barely three inches man what has happened?"
"I've shrunk" batista coughs "But im indestructible so i guess i'm alright, Just don't let anyone know about me except for vince ok?"
John bends down and extends his giant hand, which Batista stands up on.
"No worries man, I wont let anyone know about you." John booms down with a smile
"except vince?" Batista questions
"sure....whatever..." john evades the question "what about our tag match tonight?"
"well i cant go out like this!" Batista screams "What do you mean by whatever?! I need to go to vince!"
"aw man, sorry, but i dont think i can do this match alone" John laughs "I really need you in my corner...or...somewhere else" His face turns from a smile to an evil smirk.
His palm encloses with batista trapped within the meaty digits. John brings the fist closer to him, holding batista right infront of his traintrack fly of his shorts.
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