Chapter 25

Raw was live from Montreal, Quebec, Canada on September 10. We were in my mother country. But this Raw was going to be very special, because Bret "The Hitman" Hart was going to be on it. He hadn't been there in fifteen years, not since the "Montreal Screw job."

Bret started Raw out and was on the microphone. The crowd was a great crowd. They were cheering and chanting. Bret didn't know what to say to them. But however, after he spoke Phil made his presents known.

Look in my eyes…

CM Punk walked out from behind the curtain and had a microphone in hand. He wasn't alone either. Paul Heyman was with him.

"Here, we go kids," I said.

"Why is Uncle Phil hanging out with the Weasel?" Elena asked.

I laughed. John and Paul (Triple H) referred to Heyman as that. "Heymen is the reason why Uncle Phil is in the WWE. He recruited him."

"That's why he is a Paul Heyman guy," Nathan said.

"Exactly," I said.

"What is Daddy then?" Elena asked.

"The face of the WWE," Nathan replied.

"He's his own man," I said.

The crowd was cheering and booing. They were more so cheering, because they loved Punk, but they were booing, because they did not like that he had interrupted Bret Hart.

Punk had a microphone in hand as he walked out. He was dressed in his ring gear. Paul Heyman walked along with him, smiling his evil smile. Both guys walked up to the ring and climbed in. Bret just stood there looked at both of them.

"Well, if it isn't Bret "The Hitman" Hart," CM Punk said. "…The man who got screwed in Montreal fifteen years ago by Shawn Michaels and Vince McMahon." Punk laughed. "Vince McMahon tried to do the same thing to me last year at SummerSlam. But I faced John Cena. I did the one thing you couldn't do and that was win. I beat John Cena to win the WWE Championship, which was in my hometown of Chicago, the greatest city in the entire world! But then I left the WWE with the WWE Championship, which was something you didn't do."

Bret smiled. "Yes, but then you came back to the WWE, so you really did not walk out on the WWE with the Championship."

"I came back because the WWE needed me," Punk said. "These people needed me. And you know what, by coming back to the WWE, I put the idea into the head of another man who left the WWE, but returned this past April, Brock Lesnar. I wanted to save these people from the losers of this business like John Cena. Brock Lesnar wanted to take out John Cena just as much as I did. He tried and failed. But we all know just about a month ago he took out the self proclaimed Cerebral Assassin, The King of Kings, the game, Triple H. So he did something good. He took out the game, but I will take out John Cena."

"You talk the talk, but can you back it up?!" Bret said.

Paul Heyman smiled. He motioned for Punk to hand him the microphone. Punk handed it over with a smile. "I will answer that one for client," Heyman said. "Take a hike, Hitman." Bret shook his head and left the ring. "Another client of mine, Brock Lesnar, did take out the Game, Triple H. But my new client, the WWE Champion, CM Punk will take out John Cena."

The fans cheered.

"Oh, yes, that is right, Montreal," Heyman continued. "I am representing CM Punk now. You see my new client is a Paul Heyman guy. He himself said so back on July 11, 2011 when the biggest pipe bomb ever was dropped within the WWE."

Punk smiled. "It's true," He said.

"What's that?" Heyman asked. He held the microphone up to Punk's lips.

"It's true. I am a Paul Heyman guy," Punk said.

Heyman grinned evilly. Then he spoke again. "Like I was saying, CM Punk, the WWE Universe's WWE Champion, will take out John Cena as Brock Lesnar ended Triple H's in-ring career."

The fans booed.

"I helped Brock Lesnar end Triple's in-ring career. I got inside Triple's H. I can just as easily get in John Cena's head. And I know exactly how to do that," Heyman said.

"This is where we get mentioned, my lovelies," I said to Nathan and Elena.

"I like being involved in the storylines," Nathan said.

I just watched the monitor.

"I know what makes you tick, John Cena," Heyman said. "I know one thing that is your whole reason for living besides the WWE. That one thing is this beautiful…hot…sexy… woman!" He pointed to the Titantron. A picture of me was shown up there. It was a picture of me from back in 2006. It was from the WWE Divas' magazine.

"Oh, yes, the seven time, WWE Women's Champion, Trish Stratus, or maybe as you like to call her 'Trish Cena.' Let's see a more recent photo of this beautiful…hot…sexy woman," Heyman said. Another picture was shown of me. It was a more recent one of me. It was one of me from when I had been John's manager and sat at the commentary table with King and Cole.

Heyman smiled. "I must say, you have excellent taste in women, John. If I were you I would be making love to that woman at anytime and any place. Of course, that might have been the case, because the whole WWE Universe knows Trish is pregnant with your fourth child, and congratulations on it being a boy. I watched the Tout and I thought it was cute.

"But you know what else is cute: your other three children, Nathan, Elena, and Bianca in this picture with their mother." Another picture was shown on the Titantron and it was of me with Nathan, Elena and Bianca. It was a personal picture too. It had been taken a month after Bianca was born.

Heyman laughed. "But wait here's another lovely picture of Trish. This one is a beautiful picture of her showing off her baby bump." The next picture that was shown was of me naked and showing of my baby bump. My breasts and private area were covered, though.

I had had the picture taken when I had been pregnant with Bianca. Jessica Simpson had done the same thing for Elle Magazine. She showed off her baby bump and was naked, but covered her breasts and private area. Britney Spears and Mariah Carey had done the same thing when they were each pregnant with their own kids, but on different magazines.

John's music hit then. He had been waiting for his cue to appear.

"Take the picture of the screen now!" John shouted with a microphone in hand and appearing from behind the curtain. He walked down to the ring.

"Well, hello, John Cena," Heyman said.

"Where the hell did you get those last two pictures?!" John said, climbing into the ring.

The picture of me with the kids and then the last one had been given to the production truck to show from John and me. But how Heyman got them was a mystery.

"I have connections all over this business, John," Heyman said. "Some of those connections know the people you gave the picture of Trish with your kids to, along with that beautiful picture of Trish showing off her baby bump naked. Too bad she is covering herself up, though. That picture was taken when Trish was pregnant with your baby girl Bianca Marie, right?"

"You're playing that game then, huh?" John asked. "You're playing the one where you try to get inside the head of a WWE Superstar by bringing his family into the mix. That is not original! Edge and Randy Orton played that card with me when they attacked my own father."

Punk laughed. "Oh, but that is so much fun," He said. He had his own microphone now. "But Paul's and my game is way better, because we are the only ones to mention Trish and your rugrats. Yes, you had your war with Dwayne last year, because you thought he wanted your wife and your kids. He didn't want them. The guy had a girlfriend then and he has one now. He was only saying all the stuff to get inside your head. He was only playing Trish with his e-mails and texts to her. Along with the ones he sent to your various other mutual friends."

Punk was dead wrong on that. (Phil knew he was wrong about it.)

"Oh, no, that stuff with Dwayne, Trish, and me last year was real. That was not fake!" John said.

"And this right here is real, John," Heyman said. "I know I got inside your head. I got inside Triple H's head when I mentioned his kids. I pissed Stephanie McMahon off so much that she attacked me at Raw 1000. But you know what? I'd like Trish to attack me, though. That woman is a fine creature. I'd actually like to my way with her!"

John attacked Heyman then. A crankling sound came from the microphones being dropped and cutting out. John was punching Heyman. Heyman was covering his head. Punk pulled John off of Heyman. He went after John. Heyman rolled out of the ring. John fought Punk off and threw him out of the ring.

John's T-shirt and cap came off. "Come on," He shouted to Punk and Heyman. The two just backed up the ramp, looking at John.