Latin Heat
I know Alberto Del Rio is not the favourite of a lot of people, and since he turned heel again, I've resumed loving to hate his character. However, after seeing several interviews with Alberto Rodriguez, he seems to be a lovely, genuine guy in real life, and I found myself thinking that, with the strength of a good woman, the character could change for the better.
This is obviously an AU-Sharona is not, nor has ever been, with Sheamus. It will also be quite short-a three shot, at the most. I wanted to explore Sharona's Latin roots (her mother is Puerto Rican) a little bit more, and what better way to do it than pair her with a certain handsome Mexican? : ) For any readers who are unfamiliar with my OC, check out my previous Sharona/Sheamus stories. I will be using a few Spanish phrases (thanks to google translate) but no translations-more fun that way. : )
SUMMARY: Sharona Vincenzi is dubious about Alberto Del Rio's intentions when he shows an interest in her-but as they gradually become closer, and Sharona finds herself falling in love, is it possible that the 'Essence Of Excellence' 's feelings are genuine? Timeline, late 2012, following Alberto's face turn and the beginning of his feud with the Big Show. Rated for smut later.
DISCLAIMER: I only own Sharona. To be honest, I wouldn't mind owning a pretty man like Alberto, so I could look at him all the time. : )
'Si tú te vas Si tú te vas Si tú te vas
te llevarás mi corazón
y yo sin ti
ya no sé por dónde ir
nunca te podré olvidar
me quedo aquí
sólo pensando en ti
el dolor me comerá
un día más
no podré vivir sin ti…'
-' Si Tú Te Vas (If You Go), Enrique Iglesias
To say that Sharona, WWE Diva and seven-time Women's Champion, was doubtful about Alberto Del Rio's sudden apparent change of personality, was an understatement. She had known men just like him, men who believed that money could buy anything, or anyone. Men who believed that women were trophies, objects of little or no significance, whose sole purpose was to massage their massive egos.
Everybody seemed to have conveniently forgotten that not very long ago, Del Rio was calling everybody in his immediate vicinity a 'peasant', and swanning around WWE like he owned the place. Now he was acting all contrite, and people just seemed to be buying it.
But Sharona wasn't. No way. Leopards didn't change their spots. Especially slimy, arrogant leopards like Alberto Del Rio. This whole thing was an act-Del Rio would soon grow tired of playing the hero, she was sure of it.
If she was honest too, she'd always felt sorry for the Mexican's ring announcer and general dogsbody, Ricardo Rodriguez. Del Rio had always treated that poor little man with disdain, disrespect, and often, outright cruelty. Now, he was acting like Ricardo was his best friend. What was worse, was that the guy accepted it, without question, as if forgetting that Del Rio had previously been a total asshole towards him.
Selective memory loss seemed to be contagious, where Alberto Del Rotten was concerned…
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January 28, 2013-the night after Royal Rumble
It was pretty common knowledge that Paul Wight, The Big Show, was a jerk. Everybody knew that, and Sharona had been in WWE long enough to know that-so, while she had no great affection for Alberto Del Rio, to say the least, she actually took a lot of pleasure in knowing that he had outwitted and defeated Big Show in a Last Man Standing Match at the Royal Rumble, and retained his World Heavyweight Championship, by duct taping Show's legs to the ropes so he was unable to make the ten count. It was a pretty clever move, she had to admit.
So, pass on the chance to poke fun at Show about it? That wasn't her style.
She was in the ring, cutting a promo about her victory over AJ Lee at the Rumble-a hard won victory, since AJ, despite her psychotic personality, had improved no end as a wrestler; she had become a genuinely challenging opponent-when Big Show's music hit and he made his way out to the ring, a contemptuous expression on his face.
'Sharona', he began, after he climbed in the ring. 'Don't you ever get tired of listening to yourself talk? You come out here and you're like, 'I won my match, yay!' I mean, who cares about your stupid match, anyway?!'
As the crowd bombarded him with boos, Sharona started to chuckle. Wight obviously had a bug up his butt about something-and she was pretty sure that bug's name was Alberto Del Rio.
'I get it, Show.' She responded, holding up a hand as if to deter him, knowing full well it would take a tow truck and maybe a crane for her to even attempt to deter Wight. 'You're mad at me for winning my match, because you lost to Alberto Del Rio last night!'
The boos turned to cheers, as Wight's face turned crimson with barely suppressed fury. 'Let's get one thing straight,' he growled. 'I didn't lose! That Mexican jackass had to cheat to beat me!'
With a snort, Sharona retorted, 'Cheat? I'm sorry, was I watching the same match last night? You know as well as I do that there are no DQ's in a Last Man Standing match-and I vividly remember Del Rio beating you until you were unable to beat the ref's count.' Grinning wickedly, she added, 'Of course, your legs were taped to the ropes at the time, so you weren't exactly in a position to stand. I'm no fan of Alberto's, but even I have to admit, that was pretty smart. Not to mention hilarious.'
She trailed off, taking a quick step back, as Wight lunged forward. 'You think it's funny?' He hissed, practically spitting in her face. 'Huh? You think it's funny?!'
At that, 'Realeza' came pounding over the arena, and the World Heavyweight Champion emerged from the back, looking angry and defiant, the title on his shoulder. He was wearing a charcoal coloured suit, and a pink shirt, with his trademark white scarf draped around his neck.
It wasn't that Sharona didn't think Del Rio was attractive-the man looked like a movie star, with his smouldering Latin looks and expensive suits. The man was undeniably gorgeous-physically. It was just that when he opened his mouth, a load of mierda usually came out of it.
Alberto had a microphone in his hand, and he called out to The Big Show, 'Hey, look at the big tough hombre in the ring, picking a fight with a mujer. It's me you have a problem with, Show, not Sharona!'
Once he got in the ring, he turned his attention to Sharona, smiling winningly at her. 'It's alright, niña.' He said gently. 'You can go now-this is our fight.'
Sharona arched an eyebrow at him, vaguely aware that this was the first time she'd ever been really close to him. He smelled of expensive cologne and an underlying scent that was undoubtedly male, and she knew, with absolute certainty, without even so much as touching him, that he would be an exciting and passionate lover. Well, he was Latin, after all.
Uh, Shar? She mentally scolded herself. What happened to, 'He's an asshole and I can't stand him!'?
Forcing her traitorous mind back to present business, she replied, staring Del Rio down, 'Espera unsegundo-Puedo manejar esto.'
Alberto smiled approvingly at her use of his native tongue, while Wight scoffed at her.
'Oh, look Alberto,' he mocked. 'Sharona's trying to impress you by speaking Spanish. Maybe next she'll break a piñata, or start wearing a sombrero.'
Sharona had heard quite enough of this asshat's comments-she was very proud of her heritage, and despite her dislike for Del Rio, she knew he was as well.
'I'm not trying to impress anybody, you moron.' She snapped. 'I've been able to speak Spanish my whole life-my mother is Puerto Rican!' Addressing Del Rio, she muttered, 'Tienes queperdonar aél,él essimplemente estúpido.'
Alberto spluttered laughter, while a now-enraged Wight yelled, 'Did you just call me stupid, you little bi-?'
He never finished his sentence-Alberto punched him right in the face, and Sharona was shocked to see that the Mexican native now looked just as angry.
'Didn't your mother teach you respect?' He shouted. 'You never call a woman a perra, never!'
Sharona was slightly impressed by Del Rio's defence of her, even though she didn't need protecting, had always been strong, independent. Of course, she still didn't buy his 'new man' act, but she appreciated his words.
'Gracias.' She murmured, then quickly left the ring-it was obvious that things between these two men were about to explode, and her presence hadn't exactly helped matters.
Her back was turned as she departed, so she didn't see Alberto staring after her for a long moment, a look of intense fascination on his face. 'De nada, embeleso.' He murmured…
NEXT: A smitten Alberto tries to woo Sharona-but is he as lovestruck as he seems? And a dance ignites a fire that seems unquenchable.
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Ellen.