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The blows rained down upon Cena like grapefruit-sized hail, knocking the Champ for a loop with each successful blow. Bradshaw had taken true control here after landing his finisher early on and it was looking like Cena might get defeated! Tony screamed from ringside for John to get up, slamming the apron and praying he'd show everyone why he was a real American. Cena put his arms up to try and block the blows, but for now, he was at the heel's mercy.

The stomps from JBL rattled John as he kept trying to shake his head of the damage with every hit. Eventually, the ruthless Texan grabbed him by the hair and lifted him back up to a standing position. The fans were begging for Cena to get back into things, wanting to see him shut down this loudmouth, but it was not going to happen just yet. Cena was tossed over the top rope and slammed hard on his back at ringside, landing next to Tony. The vet got down on a knee and tried to communicate with the leader of the Cenation, asking him what was going on and why JBL was starting to get a leg up on him. Were our men and women overseas starting to lose faith in John? It was a scary reality that could have been coming true.

The hits lay in over and over to Cena's head, JBL in completely control dealing an immeasurable amount of damage to him. Tony suddenly turned into a Prisoner of War, locked in the arms of the Basham Bros, and it was breaking John Cena's heart. The fans began to walk out of Gillette Stadium, unable to take the pain of watching not only the Heel gain the upper hand, but also the beloved US military being disrespected. Another shot laid in on Cena's head, crushing suddenly busting him open and forcing the Cenation's leader to don a crimson mask.



Suddenly, the sound of a military-esq drumline played throughout the arena, and fans began to slam their way back to their seats, stampeding over others and possibly killing a few children. Sgt. Slaughter slowly stepped out onto the now cleaned stage that lacked any worms, Boogeymen, or facial blemishes...not even JBL's limo. The SARGE stands in the middle on a taped red x in the middle of the group. He looks around as the fans soak him in cheers. JBL's expression changed to some confusion as the hall of famer appeared, but there was no worry. It was just one guy...or was it?



The fans were being treated to it ALL tonight, as a clearly in his 50's Kurt Angle steps out from the back, pointing a long as the fans tell him he sucks. His glossed over eyes and thick neck glisten in the spotlight pointed down on him, a smile overtaking him as he pulls on his one weird gloved hand. The Bashams shove Tony to the ground with a ton of strength, leaving him crumpled as they step over to the ramp and start to antagonize the two hall of famers. Orlando Jordan quickly slid over as well, showing that JBL's Cabinet still had the upper hand themselves...or did they?



Oh my god. I can't hear anymore. I have gone ******** deaf, and it's all because of the pop that Dude Love just got here in the echo bowl that is Gillette Stadium. Dude Love shakes and jives out from the back with a steel chair in hand, joining his two fellow legends. They share a few looks and nods and then take down the ramp, looking to meet the Cabinet and save John Cena from this vicious attack!