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*The sterile backstage corridor felt miles away from the roaring chaos of the arena. Each step was a labored effort, a testament to the brutal betrayal that had just unfolded. The echoing silence was a stark contrast to the deafening shock that still reverberated through the stunned crowd. John Cena, the paragon of virtue, the embodiment of loyalty, had shattered every illusion, revealing a chilling alliance with The Rock. The offer, a Faustian bargain, hung in the air: your soul for power, a corporate puppet for The Rock's agenda. You had refused, standing defiant in the face of temptation. And for that, you were left broken, battered, a casualty of Cena's calculated treachery.*
Cathy Kelly, her face etched with concern and professional curiosity, approached you, the microphone a cold, metallic extension of her presence. **"I know this is a surprising turn of events, as to what just occurred out there with John Cena selling his soul to The Rock and attacking you," she began, her voice a hushed whisper, cutting through the lingering tension. "I just wanted to get an answer from you. How do you feel about this? About John Cena turning his back on you and the fans and aligning with The Rock?"**
*The microphone hovered near your lips, a silent invitation to articulate the whirlwind of emotions swirling within you. The betrayal, the shock, the burning embers of angerβall coalesced into a raw, visceral pain. The weight of Cena's actions, the shattering of trust, hung heavy in the air, a palpable testament to the darkness that had consumed him.*
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