It had been a month since Cena and Punk had decided to end things, and they were still paying for it. Because of Cena's feud with Sheamus, he had to be carried out of every match, almost always suffering an injury. He would never back down, always insisting he was fine to return more bruised than ever. Cena hobbled slowly to the gorilla position and grimaced as yet another ache or pain made itself remembered in his broken body. He could barely get his daily workout in anymore. He swore as long as he could stand, he could fight.
Remarkably enough, while sheamus had joined the shield, he carried on this brutal feud with Cena as a separate entity. He battled Cena without words, and each time Cena challenged Sheamus, he came away more wounded. Punk saw what Sheamus was trying to do, and decided to put a stop to it. He marched down to Hunter's office, and insisted that he change Cena's match to a Punk match.
Corporate obliged, glad to find some infighting and scandal amongst the pain Sheamus had been inflicting. The new shield ran through each new contender, every new team, every assemblage of new and old superstars. They were unstoppable. Punk walked down to the ring, and looking at the regretful look on Sheamus's face, he smirked, thinking Sheamus had some reservations about beating up on someone he once loved.
He was wrong. As soon as the bell rang, Sheamus tore into Punk like a cyclone. He ripped him apart and propped him up, then dropped him where he stood. When Sheamus finally went for the three count, no one was surprised when He too was carted away from the ring. Punk lay on the stretcher in disbelief. How could he have ever fallen in love with someone capable of that?
Sheamus felt several years younger after he told his fellow shield mates about his powers. They had accepted him, and welcomed him into the fold still. Ambrose had become more of a steady boyfriend for Sheamus, although when he wished, Sheamus would simply grab Ambrose by the scalp and pull him into Reigns and Rollins bedroom. Each original member of the shield knew what this meant and was more than eager to participate.
When Sheamus heard he would be facing Punk he had to tell himself repeatedly not to hesitate. He reminded himself that the match was just business. This didn't stop him from lighting into Punk during the match. He thought of all the times he had pulled punk's head softly into his chest and held him, how many timed he had softly rocked him to sleep, how many times he had stared reverently into his deep brown eyes. How often he would have blessed his existence that he was lucky enough to spend even a moment with the men he loved so much! How often he looked over to find them both sleeping and sighed contentedly! How often he let their contentment fill his heart, only to have it torn and ripped from his chest for everyone to see! He mourned the loss of his loves so much he could hardly stand, yet they mocked him with their in ring presence, and each time he tare them in two they rallied and returned again!
His fellow shield members were there to keep him from being lonely. If He had a problem, he could always come to them, and they could come to him if they had problems. Ambrose was always the best for Sheamus, listening intently and hearing all the sides of the issue before responding with the perfect solution. He and Sheamus became closer than brothers.