The arena was a bustle of activity that night. There, live from the Van Andel Arena in Grand Rapids, Michigan, was WWE's secondary show, SmackDown.
Kimberlynn Gentry hurried though the backstage area, high heels clicking on the cement floor. Her eyes were focused straight ahead as the intrepid interviewer barreled towards the row of monitors positioned near the gorilla.
She squeezed in between Dolph Ziggler and Alicia Fox, her eyes locked on the main screen.
Down in the ring her boyfriend, and World Heavyweight Champion, Sheamus O'Shaunessy was competing in a thrilling match against Tensai.
Normally Sheamus, an Irish brawler, could dominate any opponent. But the behemoth Tensai was proving to be quite the competitor.
It was a brutal back and forth, culminating in Sheamus and Tensai trading clubbing blows before the larger man drove his knee into the Celtic Warrior's gut. Sheamus grunted in pain, falling back a few steps.
Tensai used that opportunity to grab his arm and whip him into the corner. He followed after, slamming into the pale man with devastating force. Sheamus' eyes glazed over as he fell face first onto the mat.
Not wasting any time, Tensai climbed onto the second rope before launching himself off and landing square on the other man's back.
Kimber gasped, unable to watch. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and prayed her boyfriend was okay.
Back in the ring Tensai rolled the Irishman over and went for the pin. One! Two!
The arena erupted into cheers as the Celtic Warrior kicked out before the ref could count three. At the sound of the crowd the reporter's eyes opened and she turned back to face the monitor
She watched on in trepidation as Tensai got to his feet. He seized the Irishman by the hair and yanked him up before wrapping his massive arms around him and squeezing the air from his lungs.
Sheamus grit his teeth, fighting to breath even as pain racked his middle. He tried to push the other man's arm away but it did no good. Tensai's grip was much too strong. The fella was like a boa constrictor!
Somehow the red headed man was able to turn himself around and face his opponent. He bellowed as he drove his fight into the bigger man's back. Tensai grunted and his hold loosened marginally.
Sheamus delivered another blow and Tensai released him, causing the other man to stagger towards the ropes. His hand went to his back as he tried to catch his breath. The gobshite had the strength of a bear!
Tensai managed to get his second wind, though, coming right back at him. He hammered Sheamus in the kidneys, causing the smaller man to fall to his knees.
Sheamus slumped across the middle rope as he tried in vain to rally himself back. He glanced over his shoulder and discovered the massive wrestler standing behind him, looking down at him with a triumphant smirk.
The Irishman felt his anger beginning to rise even as the larger man grabbed him by the hair and yanked him to his feet. Tensai sent him towards the ropes and when Sheamus came barreling back he planted a forearm in the other man's face.
The crowd were cheering wildly as the Celtic Warrior began to plow him with blows. He went to try for a body slam but his back cried in protest and the Irishman was forced to release him. He staggered back, gripping at the offended area.
Tensai quickly regained his bearings and kicked him in the stomach, causing him to take a knee. He used his momentum to come off the ropes and plant his boot into the pale man's face.
Kimber's hands flew to her mouth as she watched her boyfriend fall to the canvas. She wide eyes were locked on the screen and for a second those around her wondered if she had stopped breathing all together.
Tensai again went for a pin and was again, thankfully, thwarted when Sheamus kicked out.
The Irishman rolled towards the corner, meaning to buy some time and catch his breath. Unfortunately his opponent followed after, turning him around before headbutting and kicking him.
Sheamus once again fell to the mat. Tensai maneuvered him so that he was laying sideways before the larger man once again took to the ropes.
Kimber watched on in horror as he began to climb the ropes. Her spirits soared though as Sheamus managed to get to his feet, hammering fist after fist to be back of Tensai's leg. Bellowing, he went for vicious blows to the man's back. Anything to get him to let go of the ropes.
Nothing doing so the Celtic Warrior tried another tactic. He slipped under the larger man's legs, meaning to hoist him up on his shoulders.
Tensai continued to grip the ropes with one hand and rain fists down upon the Irishman with the other. Sheamus had no choice but to release him and back away.
Blood boiling, Sheamus charged at his opponent and hammered another blow across his back. Suddenly Tensai was flying over the ropes and to the ground below. The fans erupted in cheers at the sight.
Sheamus sank to his knees on the mat, breathing heavily. He felt fatigue starting to set in but he viciously held it off. He spotted Tensai rising to his feet and climbing up onto the apron. That was enough to get him back to his own feet and charging across the ring.
He nailed the larger man with a fist to the face before turning him around and tying his arms up in the ropes.
Teeth grit, Sheamus began to lay clubbing blows across Tensai's chest. One! Two! Three! Four!
Tensai managed to get an arm free, driving his elbow into Sheamus' jaw and knocking him back a few steps. The Celtic Warrior went back to him, ducking the hook aimed at his head and answering with a hook of his own to Tensai's gut.
Catching the larger man off guard, the Irishman once again tied him up and pounded his chest. One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!
He finally released him, backing up a few ways to size him up. He came back and grabbed him, meaning to Suplex him over the ropes and back into the ring. He tried once, twice, but it was like the fella was made of steel.
Tensai headbutted him and used that opportunity to climb back into the ring. He started to go for the redheaded man when Sheamus managed to scoop him up, bodyslamming him to the mat.
The Irishman went for the pin but was denied at the count of two.
"No." Kimber groaned in disappointment. She really thought he had gotten it that time.
Sheamus struggled to his feet as Tensai did the same. The Irishman went to pick him up for White Noise, but he was too winded to hold him. As the other man came back down he hit Sheamus before sending him careening, shoulder first, into a nearby ring post.
The Celtic Warrior cried out in pain before rolling out onto the apron. He used to ropes to get to his feet, feeling unsteady and his shoulder burning.
He had little time to do anything, though, as Tensai pounced on him. He grabbed the other man by the throat with both hands, dragging him over the top rope and back into the ring. Stilling keeping him in the nasty hold, Tensai managed to lift Sheamus off of the ground before slamming him onto the canvas.
Kimber gasped and she was again forced to look away. Her boyfriend was the strongest, toughest, more resilient man she knew but even she doubted if he could come back from a blow like that.
Tensai went for another pin. One! Two! And again the Irishman managed to kick out before the ref could count to three!
Sheamus rolled onto his hands and knees, struggling to work the air back into his lungs. He had to give it to Tensai. He hit hard and was a tough bastard.
He was starting to get his second-or was it his fiftieth-wind when Tensai raced across the ring and planted his boot into the Irishman's ribs.
Sheamus gasped, arm locking around the offended area. He had no way to fight back as Tensai yanked him to his feet and threw him into the ring post.
The pale man hit the post but he pushed through the pain. As his opponent came racing towards him he ducked under the other man's arm and raced to the opposite ropes. He bounced off of them, using the momentum to plant a devastating Brogue Kick to the center of Tensai's face.
The arena went nuts and even Kimber cheered from the backstage area as Sheamus hooked the other man's leg and went for the pin. One! Two! Three!
The bell sounded and the Celtic Warrior's music hit the arena. Sheamus rolled off of Tensai and laid in the middle of the ring, staring up at the lights as he sucked in a lungful of air. His back was killing him and his ribs stung but he couldn't have felt happier.
Eventually he was able to get to his feet, the ref handing him his championship. He raised it in one hand, beating his fist against his chest with the other in celebration.
Tired and aching, but feeling victorious, he eventually made his way backstage. He continued through the long corridor and a smile came to his lips when he heard the sounds of high heels tapping against the pavement. His smile grew into a grin as he spotted his girlfriend approaching.
Though she was smiling he could see the worry in her green eyes and he felt an uneasiness go through his gut. He kept the grin on his face, though, as he caught her up in a hug.
Kimber pressed a kiss to his lips before pulling back and searching his face.
"Are you all right?" she questioned.
"Couldn' be better, angel." he assured her with a wink.
Kimber looked like she didn't quite believe him but she chose to let the matter drop. Especially when he cupped her cheek, his thumb rubbing against her skin, and she could see the heat beginning to rise in his clear, light blue eyes.
"Do you know what Ah like more than a good fight?" he asked, his voice taking on a husky temper.
"A good pint?" Kimber teased.
Sheamus threw back his head and laughed before pulling her closer and leaning down to murmur in her ear, "Celebratin'."
"And what did you have in mind?" Kimber could feel her stomach already starting to flutter.
"First, how about a nice meal." the Irishman surprised her with his suggestion.
"Hungry?" the reporter inquired.
"Starvin'." he answered and she knew he was talking about more than just food.
"Well go clean yourself up and I'll meet you in, say, fifteen minutes?" Kimber suggested, "I have just one more interview and then I'm all yours."
"Yer damn right you are." Sheamus pulled her in for another, more thorough, kiss.
Kimber raised up on tiptoe, wrapping her arms around his neck and returning the embrace.
"Get a room, you two."
The pair quickly pulled apart and looked behind them. Kimber began to snicker as Sheamus sighed in annoyance.
His little sister, Siobhan, came bouncing up to them, red hair flying behind her and expensive camera around her neck. She was decked out in a black WWE shirt and pair of jeans.
"Shouldn' you be down at the ring takin' pictures?" the wrestler practically ordered his sibling, "Ah mean, that is why Ah helped get you on wit' the company, right?"
"You know, you were never this bossy when we were kids." Siobhan scoffed, "Besides Ah'm takin' a break, if that's all right wit' you, big brother."
"And so you thought you'd come bother me." Sheamus grinned and threw an arm around her, pulling her close to his sweaty body
"Get off me!" Siobhan tried like mad to disentangle herself from him.
"Such a lovin' family, aren' we, Kember?" Sheamus grinned over his squirming sister's head.
"Sheamus, would you please stop torturing your sister." Kimber fought not to smile, "Unless you don't want to go out to dinner with me-"
"Ah'm goin'." the Irishman instantly released Siobhan, his hands raised in mock surrender.
"Well isn't this a sweet family picture."
"Not the arsehole." Siobhan closed her eyes and groaned.
Sheamus' eyes began to narrow as Wade Barrett approached. The blue depths grew colder as he realized all of the Englishman's attention was focused on his baby sister.
"It's always a pleasure to see you, Siobhan." Barrett smirked down at the young woman.
"The feelin's not mutual, Barrett." the Irishwoman opened her eyes and sneered up at him.
"What do you want?" Sheamus muttered, crossing his massive arms over his chest.
Wade smirked at the Irishman, "What do you think? I want what's rightfully mine. A shot at your World Heavyweight title."
"Ah'm right here, fella." Sheamus waved him over, "Come on and try. Ah'll face you anytime."
"I'll hold you to that." the Englishman promised, "It's about time the WWE had a titleholder with some class. A gentleman, as it were. Certainly not some ginger tosser like yourself."
"'Gentleman' my uncle Mick's mule." Siobhan couldn't help but mutter.
The Irishman glared at the Englishman and Kimber could see the anger bubbling under the surface. She looked back and forth between the two men, worried that a brawl was going to break out at any moment.
Suddenly Sheamus began to grin coldly, "Well like Ah said, fella, Ah'm right here."
Wade snickered and turned, starting to walk away. His eyes landed on Siobhan, who was also glowering at him. He smirked at her, his eyes raking over her body.
"I'll be seeing you, sweetheart." he chuckled before walking away.
Kimber looked from brother to sister, unsure of who looked angrier.
"Ah need to get back to ringside." Siobhan muttered before stalking off.
She went a few paces before turning back around and stating, "Kick his arse."
And with that she was gone.
"Hey." Kimber turned back to Sheamus, reaching out to touch his arm, "Are you all right?"
Sheamus blinked, focusing his attention on his girlfriend, and he nodded, "Yeah, just fine."
He even began to grin, "The day Ah let Wade Barrett get to me is the day Ah hang up my tights."
Kimber beamed up at him, her grin growing as he pulled her tightly to his side and gave her a squeeze.
"Let's get out of here." the wrestler stated, "You need to do yer interview and Ah need a shower."
He looked down at her and wiggled his eyebrows, "Unless you care to join me."
"Later." Kimber promised, giggling.
As they walked away they took no notice of the figure standing a few feet away, hidden in the shadows and watching them intently. . .
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Kimber leaned forward in her chair, hands clasped and tucked under her chin. She looked at her boyfriend lovingly, watching as he finished up his second baked potato.
Sheamus caught her look and he glanced down at his plate, chuckling self-consciously, "Fightin' makes me hungry."
"It's all right." the reporter reached out and took his hand, giving it a squeeze, "Did you get enough to eat?"
"Ugh, Ah'm stuffed." he assured her, reaching out to pat his stomach with his other hand, "Ah think Ah'm goin' to have to hit the gym a little earlier tomorrow."
He nodded towards her own plate, her meal of spaghetti only half finished, "Not good?"
"No, it was fine." Kimber waved her plate away with her hand, "I just wasn't as hungry as I thought, I guess."
"You sure?" Sheamus questioned.
If there was one thing he loved about his girlfriend it was her ferocious appetite for everything. Life, food and him. The fact that this was the first time she hadn't finished her plate in the many months that he had known her was a little unsettling.
"Yep." she gave him a firm nod.
The Irishman glanced down at their clasped hands, his thumb rubbing back and forth over her skin, "Ah think Ah might have a little somethin' to do wit' that."
She shrugged and he began to chuckle, "Kember, don' worry about Barrett, yeah? Ah could beat him in my sleep."
He gave her a wink, adding, "In fact Ah think Ah have once or twice before."
Kimber slowly removed her hand from his and shook her head, "I think you might be taking Wade too lightly."
"Ah'm not." the redheaded man tried to assure her, "Look, Ah know what Wade can do. First hand, remember?"
He leaned in closer, "But Ah also know what Ah can do. Trust me, if Barrett wants a fight Ah'll give him the fight of his life."
Kimber decided to let the matter drop, nodding towards his empty plate, "So do you feel like desert?"
The Irishman groaned, causing the reporter to smile.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"Hotel?"
"Bed." he clarified, voice low. He gave her a heated glance that let her know that sleeping was the very last thing on his mind.
"Mmm, yes please." Kimber practically purred.
She paused, noticing something over his shoulder. Sheamus watched as her mouth turned down in a frown, her eyes filling with confusion.
The reporter watched on as her cameraman, Joel, made his way into the restaurant, camera loaded on his shoulder. He didn't look happy.
She didn't have long to find out why as she spied Wade Barrett following. He was looking right at them, his thin lips quirked up into a smirk.
Sheamus followed her gaze and instantly came to his feet, body tensing. He couldn't believe that Barrett would track him down there. The fella either had a lot of guts or very little brains.
"Are you kiddin' me?" he grinned coldly at the Englishman.
"Wade, why are you here?" Kimber sighed, her patience wearing thin.
"Can't a man go out for a nice meal?" Barrett questioned with a grin as he took a seat at the table opposite them.
"And you just happened to find yerself at this restaurant at this time of night?" Sheamus clearly didn't buy his excuse, "And wit' a camera crew? Thinkin' of givin' up wrestlin' to become a food critic?"
Wade simply shrugged, reaching for his menu. He leaned back in his chair, lips pursed as he pondered it.
Kimber reached over and clasped Sheamus' hand, giving it a squeeze, "I'm ready to leave when you are."
Sheamus glanced down at her, feeling a little conflicted. While he knew Wade was just trying to wind him up, and that it would be best if he just walked away, he was never one to back down from any man. Especially not the man sitting across from him.
But all he had to do was see the pleading look in his girlfriend's eyes and he knew now wasn't the time or place. He's deal with Barrett in the ring.
"Yeah." the Celtic Warrior nodded, tapping his knuckle on the tabletop, "Yeah, let's go, lass."
Kimber rose to her feet and Sheamus helped her on with her jacket as Barrett began to chuckle. The Irishman paused, his jaw tensing. Kimber looked over her shoulder at him in trepidation.
"Please don't let him get to you." she murmured, "Please, Sheamus. He's just trying to get a rise out of you. Don't fall for the bait."
He said nothing, instead taking her hand and starting to lead the way out of the restaurant.
"That's right, Sheamus." Wade called after him with a laugh, "Hide behind your girlfriend's skirt. I'm sure it's much safer back there."
Sheamus came to a dead stop, everything in him going still. The anger that had been bubbling under the surface started to boil.
Kimber watched on helplessly as he released her hand and made his way back to Wade's table. To his credit the British man regarded him openly, that trademark smirk back on his lips.
"Ah'm not hidin', fella." the Irishman muttered darkly, "Ah told you before, if you want a fight you got one. Ah'm right here."
Wade remained silent, though he continued to smirk, as he raised his glass of water to his lips. He took a healthy drink before slowly lowering the glass and staring at it thoughtfully.
Suddenly he hurtled it Sheamus, dashing it full in his face. The Irishman quickly raked at his eyes to clear his vision and Wade used that opportunity to strike.
The former bare-knuckle boxer sent a devastating blow to the Celtic Warrior's cheek, knocking him back a few steps. Before Sheamus could retaliate Wade coupled it with a devastating hook to his ribs.
The redheaded man could feel both his cheek and stomach burning but he soldiered on. He landed a blow of his own to Barrett's nose. Then with a bellow he tackled the taller man around the waist and sent them both crashing into Wade's table. Both it and them hit the ground with a thud as patrons all around them gasped or screamed.
"Sheamus!" Kimber cried out in alarm.
The Irishman groaned as he rolled onto his side, teeth grit in pain. Wade managed to get to his feet first and he sent a brutal kick to Sheamus' ribs before turning and staggering out of the restaurant.
Sheamus cried out, arm going around his middle. He took a few deep breaths before managing to get to his knees. When he looked up he discovered Kimber kneeling beside him, looking him over in panic.
"Are you all right?" the reporter asked as she soothed her hands over his shoulders and chest.
"Just fine." the wrestler grumbled, struggling to get to his feet.
His heel slipped on some water and he ended up back on his behind. He grit his teeth and it was all he could do to keep from kicking the nearby table in anger.
Kimber carefully stood up, hands on her hips as she looked down at him. He really did look a sight. Bruised and soaking wet, sitting amongst the silverware and rolls.
"So does this mean you're going to hang up your tights?" she quipped dryly.
Sheamus just looked up at her and exhaled.
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Sheamus led the way into the hotel room. He yanked at his tie, angrily throwing it over his head and tossing it onto a nearby chair. He continued on until he made his way to the window. As he crossed his arms over his massive chest he glared out over the night sky.
Kimber leaned back against the door, studying him for a few moments. She could see his body was tense, even through his dress clothes.
Inhaling, she made her way over to his side and took hold of his arm.
"Come here." she murmured as she tried to turn him around, reaching out to stroke the skin around his bruised cheek.
"Kember." Sheamus turned away, his hand running through his hair, "Ah'm all right."
He walked over to the edge of the bed and took a seat with a sigh. He scrubbed his hand over his face and winced, feeling the bruise. He looked up to find her approaching and he offered her a tired smile. She knelt down before him, doing a check for injuries.
"Ah told you," he laughed as he took hold of her hands and stopped her examination, "Ah'm fine."
"Well your cheek says otherwise." Kimber mused.
"So what are you goin' to do about it?" the wrestler sighed, beginning to feel annoyed. He fought people for a living. Nightly. He could handle a pop from that English eejit.
"This." Kimber leaned up, gently pressing her lips to the skin near his bruise.
She pulled back and saw the realization come to the Irishman's eyes. He slowly began to grin.
"Ya know," he pretended to ponder as he showed her his fist, "Ah think Ah might have hurt me hand on Barrett's big nose."
"Well let me just take a look at that." Kimber gave him a sultry look before lifting his hand up for inspection.
A slight frown came to her lips as she noted the reddened knuckles. She closed her eyes and leaned over, kissing each one in turn. When she got to his pinky knuckle she finished the kiss with a light brush of her tongue.
Sheamus hissed at the sensation that shot through his hand and right to his groin. When he locked eyes with her once more his were heated and getting hotter by the second.
"Anywhere else?" Kimber's voice was suddenly very throaty.
Oh yeah, he could thinking of many more places that needed her tender loving care.
He pointed to his jaw, "Right there."
His hands went to her waist and held her against him as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his jaw.
Her tongue trailed along his skin before she moved to his ear and breathed, "Any more hurts?"
"Yeah, my cock." he chuckled and Kimber giggled in response, "Think you can do somethin' about that, angel?"
"We aim to please." Kimber pulled back, her eyes sparkling.
She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Her eyes never leaving his, she reached down his pants and cupped him. His eyes slammed shut and he issued a litany of colorful curses that could have been a prayer for all she knew.
She stroked him, enjoying the feeling of his warm, steely length in her small hand.
"How are you feeling now?" she asked as she continued to stroke him.
"Ah would be better if we were naked and Ah was buried inside you." he stated roughly.
Kimber's stomach fluttered and she leaned forward for another kiss. It soon deepened as Sheamus' arms tightened around her. The world went spinning as he picked her up and laid her on the bed, him above.
His hands roamed continually over her. In her hair, over her face, down her neck, over her breasts, across her hip, down her thigh to place it on his hip. He pressed against her, letting her feel just how much he wanted her.
"Do you know what you do to me?" he breathed against her throat before his lips and tongue tasted her skin.
"I have an idea." Kimber sighed and felt him chuckle.
She pressed a kiss against his temple, her fingers stroking through his hair. How she loved this big, strong, amazing man. Sometimes it scared her, the validity of her love for him. Did he have any idea just how much she cared?
He blazed a trail down her neck and he used his chin and lips to part the material of her blouse. He could see her breast spilling over the lacy cups of her bra and he felt his groin swell even more. The Irishman leaned down, licking at her flesh. As he did so, he undid the front clasp of her bra and slid both it and her blouse over her shoulders.
With both now gone he had free reign. Not wasting a moment, he leaned down and captured one taunt peak. He suckled on it hungrily while his other hand kneaded her other breast.
Kimber's whimpers turned to moans as he enveloped her other breast. He lapped at it before placing nibbling kisses against her silky flesh.
As he continued to do that his hand reached between them, slipping under her skirt and rubbing her clit through her panties.
"Sheamus." the reporter's voice hitched and her breathing grew labored. She could feel the pressure beginning to build at her center.
"Come for me, Kember." he commanded.
He continued to stroke her, watching with satisfaction when she finally came apart. Shudders raked her body as she felt herself falling back to earth. When she opened her eyes she could see him looking down at her, his eyes burning with passion and lust.
She leaned up and kissed him, putting all her love for him in her kiss.
He removed her skirt and underwear, smirking at having soaked her panties and earning a giggle from Kimber. When he removed his shirt, pants and underwear she no longer felt like laughing.
Her eyes washed over his pale, toned body and it was all she could do to keep from licking her lips. He was so beautiful, his body like carved marble. No matter how many times she saw him naked she was still struck by how absolutely perfect he was.
Sheamus could see the hunger, the approval, written on her face and he felt his ego, along with a particular part of his anatomy, swell.
He slipped on a condom and returned to her. Taking hold of her hips he swiftly entered her, groaning. She felt so good, so warm. She was so tight; she felt like a glove wrapped around him.
He stilled for a moment, eyes closed and lips pressed to her forehead, as he just enjoyed being inside of her.
Kimber stroked his broad shoulders, savoring the feeling of him inside her. Making love with him was always amazing. He always made her feel so cherished, so safe.
Sheamus couldn't remain still any longer and he began to surge in and out of her. Soon Kimber's legs came around his waist and she clung to him, moving with him as they began to climb up the precipice.
The reporter moaned as she felt him stroke her inner walls. He was hitting all the right spots and she knew it wouldn't take much more before she fell over the edge again.
The Celtic Warrior was close. So close. His hand found her, stroking her surely. That was all it took before Kimber erupted with a low moan. As her inner walls milked him he joined her, groaning out his release.
He practically collapsed on her, panting. He could feel her trembling beneath him and he turned his head, pressing kisses against her temple.
"Is tú mo ghrá." he rasped between kisses.
"I love you." Kimber murmured, kissing his jaw.
He eventually pulled out of her, rolling to her side. After removing the condom and tossing it into the trashcan he reached for her, pressing her firmly to his side. He felt her arms come around him and a tired smile found it's way to his lips.
Feeling much happier now than he had earlier, he drifted off in a peaceful sleep.
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I'm not back. Not officially. The truth is, I'm not sure when the next chapter is coming, hehe.
It was actually seeing Sheamus back in the WWE that inspired me to post this chapter. :) It is SO GOOD to see he's returned and he looks even better than ever.
