Name: Sean McLoughlin
Entrance Theme: "Know Your Enemy" by Green Day
Signature Move: Superkick, Top Rope 450, Missile Dropkick
Finishers: Coup de GrĂ¢ce, Sharpshooter, Boston Crab
Height: 5'9"
Weighs: 195 lbs (Cruiserweight)
Trained By: Finn Balor, Kalisto, Natalya
Allies: Finn Balor, Sasha Banks, Bayley, Sami Zayn
Enemies: John Cena, Kevin Owens, Big Cass, Natalya, Becky Lynch
From: Athlone, Republic of Ireland
Favorite Wrestler: Jeff Hardy
I felt fear, an odd feeling for me to have. I never was scared to wrestle, but today was different. I was heading up to NXT for some "extra practice". I honestly hated that full grown talent such as Finn Balor, Sami Zayn, Becky Lynch, even I, had to "freshen up" down here in developmental. I was getting ready for a match against Sami. We were friends, but I wanted to just head back to the indie circuits back in Athlone. It felt close, even though its over six-thousand kilometers away. "Hey! Sean!" A voice yelled. I looked over to see Becky calling. I knew what she wanted to talk about: my accent. I hated having to talk to other Irish people how they always asked about my accent. It had mostly left, but I could force it back when I needed or wanted to. "What do ya want?" I asked uninterested, my accent exactly the way it was before I lost it. She stared me down, as if she were a bloodhound. "What are ya starin' at?" I asked, being very stern. "Oh, nothin'. Just seein' if you sold out to an American accent," She said. "I don't have enough fucking time for this," I said. I left almost the second I said that. "You're running 'cause you're a fucking phony!" She yelled. I turned on my heels, suddenly fuming. I dropped the accent, starting to not honestly care about it. I wanted to say something, but prevailed to just let it go for now, I had bigger fish to fry. I walked up to the curtain, right behind Sami. "Hey," He said, a lot less enthusiastic than normal. "You okay, Sami?" I asked. For once I felt as if the locker room meant something to me, and I hated coming to Full Sail, it just didn't feel like a place to hold a wrestling event in. He looked up, finally choking out a "Yeah" to me. His music hit, him running out and all over. This was his favorite part of the night most of the time, being he gets to just see the crowd and how ecstatic the place was. I came out from behind the curtain, eventually, doing my little song and dance.
For most of the match, I was dead tired, but Sami pushed me through it. He would tell me what move was next, how to sell it, or even just to simply reverse a move. It was weird having someone else run the match for you, but that's because the indie circuits were silent as all hell. In the end, I put a Sharpshooter on Sami, forcing him to tap. I walked back to the locker room, talking to no one, not even while in there. People might think I'm just being an asshole, but I just like my space.
I left the university, waiting on a few friends. Finally, a group walks out. In that group was Finn, Bayley, Sasha Banks, and Sami. "Took you guys long enough," I said sarcastically. "Well maybe you shouldn't have left the show early," Sasha said nastily. "Its not my fault that the place is just so uninteresting sometimes!" I yelled. "Lets just leave," Finn input. "Fine," I said. I pulled out of the parking lot, and we were gone.
The car ride was filled with Sami endlessly (and likely) drunkenly hitting on Sasha and Bayley. "You know, you're the prettiest lady in NXT," Sami whispered, cupping Sasha's face. Apparently, I was the only on to hear it. I looked in the rear view mirror, seeing Sasha blush heavily. I pulled into the hotel parking lot. We scurried into the hotel, heading up to Finn and Sami's hotel room. "Sami?" Bayley asked. He was knocked out drunk. "Just throw him on his bed," Finn told us. We left him on his bed, moving onto Finn's. It felt weird to be in a place with other people, let alone their apartment. "Sean, you seem a bit lost. You okay?" Someone asked (I couldn't tell who). "Huh? Yeah, fine," I quickly said. I couldn't focus.
"Did you see Bex tonight?" Finn asked eagerly. It was a part of my past I wanted to leave there. Finn, Becky, and I all met at Finn's old wrestling school back in Bray. I'd be lying if I said that Finn and Becky, then Becky and me, were more than friends at one point or another. I didn't know she wrestled here as well as Finn. Well, tonight I did. I hated talking about her, let alone hear her name. "Why do you wanna know Finn?" Bayley butted in. "'Cause us three go back," He told them. She was fucking perfect, though I would never admit it. Perfect life, perfect move-set, perfect boyfriend, even a perfect body (something else I'd never admit). "Yeah. It went terribly," I said, not facing them. "Why? Tell good ol' Finn what happened," He joked. "She was one of two people I talked to the whole show. And I hated that I had to see her," I started. "Wait. Why do you hate Becky?" Bayley asked. At this point, I looked more at Sasha laying down with Sami rather than the people in the conversation. "Haven't ya seen her?! She fucking perfect!" I yelled at her, "Perfect life, friends, even in a relationship," I said, sighing and laying back on the bed. "Wait. Relationship?" Bayley continued to ask. "Yeah. Her and Finn 'ave been goin' out for almost five years now," I said. Finn took on a dark hue of red. "An' look at me. Second rate, hated by almost everyone, and just unwanted," I said, starting to get ready to leave. A knock came from the door. As I went to answer it, I put my shoes and jacket on. A call for Finn came from the other end of the door. The second I realized it was Becky, I opened the door and stormed out.
"What the hell is his problem?" Becky asked, "Anyways, I was wonderin', ya wanna head out to the bar?" Finn hesitated for a moment, but decided to go with her. "But what about movie night?" Bayley asked. "Sorry, Bay. Just tell the others that we'll just skip it for the night," Finn said, dashing off with Becky.
I was getting ready to just call it quits in WWE, but Finn, Sami, and Bayley kept pushing me to continue. I heard a knock on the door. Obviously, Bayley was here. "Where the hell are Sasha and Sami?" I asked, dropping the accent. "Probably fucking each other senseless from what I could guess," She joked. I saw it on her face. She didn't want to be here as much as I did. "You okay?" I asked, a bit afraid. "No," She said, a frown coming across her face, "I have an issue." I stood there surprised. She had a problem? I had much worse probably. "What is it?" I asked, as eager to know as Finn was earlier. "I've just been having a lot of *ahem* relations recently," She said, tears starting to well in her eyes, "And to make things worse, I've been steady with Neville and doing all this behind his back. Just tell me I'm a slut or whatever," She said, turning around and letting herself cry. I turned her back around to pull her in for a hug. "What the hell Bayley?!" I heard Neville yell. I backed away from Bayley and let the two talk. "I thought I told you to stay away from them!" He continued, "I guess I need to discipline you, don't I?" He threatened. Neville took her and slammed her up against the wall, holding her up by the throat with ease. He raised her so she was eye level with him. I flinched as he brought a hard slap to her face. I wanted to stop him, but who knows what he could do. I watched as he laid slap after slap on her. I eventually snapped, rushing over and throwing him to the ground. I signaled for her to run, as I grabbed his neck. "Leave her alone or there be a shit storm coming yer way," I said, letting him run free. I slammed the door shut and locked it. I rushed to her laying on my bed. I quickly pulled her into my embrace, hearing her heavily breathing and felt tears on my cheek. "Shh, shh. Its all good," I said in a failed attempt to comfort her. People never relied on me, they're usually pretty smart. But Bayley, she was different. She chose to be around me without anyone else. I didn't know how to react, no one's ever come to me for help.
