Dear IWC

I've been doing a lot of thought lately. Thought probably more than you never understand or even give me credit for. I've been doing what I do since a long time, and for a long time, I've been at the top of my profession. The measuring stick, I can call if you will. I would like to say clearly that all you I love from the bottom of my heart. It will never change. Even the people that everything I do despise to. Without all of you, I would be where I am today. That being said, the shit sappy end there.

This is my formal resignation letter.

I've put with shit you incessant fools fuck too. At the beginning, it was OK with all the hate and criticism. Sure as hell deserve my fair share. But now, he's gone too damn. I have tired of the back wall to simply do what I do beg people: give entertainment. I'm extremely tired. I don't know how others do it. I have fought this fight for you for some time, but for every word anyone says about me, I have heard ten wrong. And not only negative. Frankly degrading. Do you want to their children to submit to the things that I am? Would you say the same about me if I was his son? I doubt it. Stop with the claims of hypocrites. Stop me claiming they know . It does not. Even not give a damn enough to take time out for testing. So, screw you.

I would imagine this business without me. I dare to tell me things would be the same. I dare to tell me things would be better! If you really think any of these three ideas, then you're every bit furious lunatics I have come to believe that you are. Do remember that when I said I loved you all? That is true. Or at least it was. But love can only transcend both. I you're not a fan of my work. I have that he does not care for me. Even I can understand that you think that someone deserves my post. But I'll be damned if you think that this business would be better if I was never here. I have worked my ass off trying to get to where I am. I've worked my fingers to the bone. I have reserved my way to the top of this world, and no damn right you don't have to tell me that there is no point!

I wonder who will be the next man. We all know is how fickle the CBI. One day love you, and the next day shit. You can work the ass and be loved, and the second that make it to where you want to go, is overrated. It is ridiculous. I fear for the following type who takes my place, because he will come here to merit and his unfortunate love, but when it does, all brutally to stab him in the back as a pack of rabid thieves. Its sad wild how you all make of this place. Or not, all being well. But it is due to people that we have problems. All what you say? Listen to it. All the comments and observations shy? We see them. That is what drives us. To go wrong. I, however, have had my fill. I don't need this, and you don't need.

The sad part of all that all that is, Miss me when I'm gone. It is inevitable. It is rooted in the nature of you. It is the very essence of which you all are. Hypocrisy. Claim. Idiocy. It is those who live by values. Me, I live by three of my own, but you know. Do you matter? Of course not. But neither. You do not have my ass to kick up already. I look forward to hearing the day when all of you cry for my return. I'm sitting at home laughing, enjoying the beauty of everything. Thus, CBI, your collective crap, your condescending mentality, their greedy ways, and their sadistic statements and push of their donkeys. I have finished. See you in hell.

Signed,

John Cena

FIN

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