John Cena had a problem. The effective protagonist of the WWE, the largest professional wrestling organization in the world, was in trouble. Granted, by his standards, it was a minor affair: a young upstart named Dolph Ziggler, a former collegiate wrestler turned arrogant show-off complete with curly locks of bleach-blonde hair had, in the course of their feud, impugned John Cena’s dignity. Compounding matters, Ziggler had recently taken on a spurned would-be lover of Cena’s, A.J. Lee, as his valet, making the matter all the more personal. Faced with this escalating personal conflict, John Cena, ever the bellwether of morality in the WWE, did the honorable and just thing.
Standing in the middle of the ring, he taunted his foes, knowing that by the rules of conduct in pro wrestling, they would have no choice but to appear to answer those challenges. Sure enough, they did. And then John Cena, the brightest star of them all, ordered a ton of feces dropped directly on Ziggler and Lee, because in the WWE, no less can be expected from heroes.