AN: I assure you, this is not ending anytime soon. Trust me. Here's the next, please review!
Cena sat up abruptly. It was time for him to go to the Smackdown taping. He leaned over and kissed punk on the head, grabbed his equipment and left.
Cena was in a rare zone as he jogged into the arena. He ran until he reached Heyman's office. Then he stopped abruptly, he kicked the door in, and proceeded to beat the shit out of Heyman, who threw his arms up in defense. Cena punched and kicked him until he was winded, then kicked one more time when he noticed Heyman was smiling.
"What the hell are you smiling about? " Cena asked, furious that Heyman thought this was amusing.
"Oh, nothing, I was just so glad that you weren't Sheamus. He stole my birthday, and now I can't find my keys!" Heyman blabbered.
Cena backed away slowly, and ran away from Heyman's office. The guy was obviously coming unhinged.
Sheamus woke in the hotel to the sound of his phone ringing. He answered it to hear a labored breathing on the other end, gasping. "When is my birthday?"
"Heyman. "Sheamus growled.
"I would have … thought you would…be glad to hear… I swear they were just here…I have a deal to make with you. You fix my brain and I don't tell your friends about whom you really are. Face it, Sheamus, there is a darker side of yourself that you let no one see. Give me my birthday and you can keep your life. "Heyman said wincing as he held his ribs.
"Fine, fella; I'll give ya your birthday back. I'll see ya on raw. "Sheamus quickly agreed, knowing he could wipe his existence from Heyman's mind. He would be sure Heyman never hurt anyone else the way he had hurt punk.
