John Cena Signature Move Novels & Stories

John rushed to get his phone. He dialed her numbers without hesitation. She picked up after the third ring. “Dad?” “Hey Jenny. Our business is still under hold because you haven't signed the contract.” "Uh... I will sign it later, today.” “Okay, Jenny. Love you.” “Yeah sure. Love you too.” He hanged up he turned to Jerald who was smiling like a child. “Sorry son. Jennifer can be stubborn sometimes, but trust me she'll sign it.” John said. “Would you like some drink?”

he stutter "You can call me Miss Jennifer. This is a Pilate move people, try doing it with some grace"she clapped her hands hard showing her students the move " Marcus join the 3rd row". She ordered. He squeezed himself through the class swinging to and fro to avoid getting hit till he got to the 3rd row. "Lunges people.. let's go..1..2"

I observe the movement of the zombie at the back and wait for the moment where it looks at the back not even a wink can stop my focus, seconds by seconds and the zombie is slowly moving and it turns back! without wasting a moment I suddenly move forward to the horde but *rrrooaarr!!!* there is a zombie in front of me!!! I didn't notice it due to I was too focused on the back zombie "I can't stop my momentum now!!!"- John Carl

She had never watched any expert moved as swiftly as that, nonetheless, she wanted her gone and forgotten. Diana instantaneously moved over to the lackey's back side, preparing to perform the famous wrestlers randy keith orton technique. She swiftly moved her hands upward and grabbed the lackey's head. His body locked in space by Diana. The lackey didn't have the chance to react before he felt an enormous force dragging him down like a speed of light, his face landed heavily on floor that his neck got into a peculiar angle. He lay motionless at that instant, unable to move any part of him.

This guy is using magic to make him stronger and inflict pain on his opponents. Suddenly it is like he has renewed power, his knee is perfectly healed up. He delivers that left hook, with so much force, that Ashton's head snaps back and he is knocked out. Justin doesn't stop there, no, he had to end with his signature move. He picks Ashton up, and slams him back down on his back. And the referee starts the ten-count. No 'oooh' was heard from the crowd. Instead…. Utter silence. "Nine…. Ten",and a whistle blows, drawing me back to my surroundings.

The first part was his method of punching, and the second part was his movement. His punches were strong and speedy like that of a professional boxer. He was extremely fast, and all his punches were forceful as well as overpowering! If anyone was punched by his huge fist, their bones would be broken. His movement was even more particular. Jones’ signature was known as “Ghost Moves” because he would move in an erratic and untraceable manner. Nobody could predict the rhythm, speed, and direction of his movement. If his rivals did not pay attention, he would suddenly appear in front of them.

" Hillary, I'd appreciate it if we should just stop with the insults and get this business over with. I have a big day ahead of me." " I'll fix this bastard," Hillary yelled. For an old man, he sure can shout. I was impressed. He drew out a file folder and placed it before Carmen. " If you'd just sign here." Carmen, directed by Wesley signed Mrs Johnson's signature. I guess she must've practiced how to sign my mothers signature. When it came to my turn to sign, I snatched the pen from him and signed the papers. I signed a different signature. As I signed, we exchanged a knowing look. I secretly winked at him. To my surprise, he winked back.

It streamed warmly across the two men, across the single sheet of cream-laid cardstock that lay between them. Jonah watched Clarkson's hand. It was a hand he knew so intimately—the long, muscular fingers that could trace the arc of his jaw with devastating softness or curl into a white-knuckled fist in a battle of a boardroom. Today, those fingers held a simple, expensive-looking fountain pen, the nib hovering over the signature line of the check.

Jaxson had used his body against Kage so he could feel the movement. I move so that I’m behind Dustin. I press my body against his. “Relax into me and move with me. Let me control your body at first.” I pressed my hips him into so I could gyrate his hips in perfect synchronization with mine. I spend a few minutes loosening him until his movements are more relaxed and fluid. “There. This is what I want.” I breathe into his ear. “I’m going to step away so I can see this improve as you move by yourself.”

CJ teases the conman’s men who have knee problems. Trying to get him to come closer and spread his legs. CJ wide his legs as if to attack them. That’s when the swindler’s henchman who had a knee injury started lifting his right leg to kick CJ. With a deep calculation, CJ tackled the back of his opponent’s knee and knocked the man down. No need to wait any longer. CJ immediately stepped on his opponent’s right knee hard and made the man wince in pain, and it seemed difficult to stand up.