Author's note: I do not own the WWE or its affiliates. The only thing I own is Cassandra Leigh Farrelly (Cassie), Sheamus' wife. As always, read and review. Thanks!

Sheamus and I were hanging out in our locker room at the arena where Smackdown was being held that night. I was just applying the last of my makeup when there was a knock on the door. He got up and answered it, greeting the stage hand on the other side.

"Here are the scripts for you and Cassandra. Have a great show, guys!" he said, handing the scripts to Sheamus before heading down the hallway.

"Cassie, our scripts are here. Looks like we're goin' ta be starting the storyline tonight." Sheamus said as he walked over to the vanity.

"I'm excited to be in a storyline with you, although I'm a bit nervous about The Shield being involved. I know they won't hurt me, but still." I replied, carefully applying a coat of sheer pink lipstick.

I grabbed the lipstick cover and put it back on before placing my makeup back in its case. Then I turned around and took my script from Sheamus.

"Ah am too, Cass. Ah don't want yeh to get hurt." he said, pulling me towards him and giving me a big hug.

"If anything happens, I won't hesitate to say something to them." I reassured him.

He gave me a kiss on the head and released me from his embrace. I walked over to the couch and sat down, opening the script to where our first segment was. I read through the lines while Sheamus got changed into his ring gear. As he was putting on his trunks, I couldn't help but sneak in a few quick glances. He caught me looking at him and chuckled.

"See somethin' yeh like, lass?" he teased.

"I see a lot of things I like and I can't wait to get back to the hotel so I can do a lot more than just look." I replied, winking.

He chuckled again, his cheeks slowly turning red. He grabbed his knee pads, socks and boots before sitting down on the bench. I watched as he put his pads on and got an idea. As he began putting his socks on, I threw my script down and ran over to the bench. Before he could say anything, I ripped the sock off of his foot and wrapped an arm around his ankles.

"Tickle tickle tickle!" I teased, running my nails up and down his soles.

"C-cass! Ah n-need to get r-ready for S-smackdown!" he laughed as my fingers tortured every inch of his feet.

Sheamus only squirmed around a little so he didn't end up hurting me. After a few seconds, I stopped and let him go.

"Sorry, Shea. I couldn't resist." I gave him a cheeky grin.

He began putting his socks back on, followed by his wrestling boots. Suddenly, there was another knock at the door.

"Sorry to interrupt, but you guys are needed for your first segment." The stage hand came back to get us.

"Thanks, fella! Just give me a second and we'll be right there!" Sheamus replied, pulling on his 'Brogue Kick Hooligans' shirt and his cross.

He stood up and held out his hand to me. I grabbed it and we left the locker room, heading towards the interview area where Renee Young was waiting to interview Sheamus. We greeted each other and talked while the camera crew was setting up. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins and Dean Ambrose got into position. We got along outside of the ring, but became enemies when Sheamus was involved.

The cameraman gave us the signal that it was time to start the segment. I stood next to Sheamus and watched as Renee introduced us.

"Please welcome my guests at this time: Cassie Leigh and Sheamus!"

We stepped into view and began the 'interview'. Right as Sheamus said the cue word, The Shield came running in and 'attacked' him. Renee ran out of view and I knelt down beside Sheamus, pleading for him to get up. Suddenly, Roman grabbed me by the waist, threw me over his shoulders and carried me away with Seth and Dean following close behind. As Roman grabbed my waist, his fingers had accidentally lightly grazed a particularly ticklish spot on my sides, causing me to gasp silently. I just hoped that he hadn't noticed.

"Cut! That was perfect, everyone! See you in 10 minutes for the next segment." the director called out.

Roman set me down as Seth and Dean began walking to their next location. Sheamus got up and began talking to the camera crew.

"You alright, Cassandra?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why do you ask?" I replied a little nervously.

"I just noticed that you gasped while I grabbed your waist. I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked curiously.

"Um...about that...I'm really ticklish and your actions caused me to gasp." I admitted, my face turning red.

Roman chuckled a little bit.

"Ticklish, huh? Maybe I should use that during our next segment!" he teased.

As soon as he said that, my eyes bugged out and I began shaking my head rapidly.

"No way! You have no idea how much I hate being tickled!" I argued, making him laugh.

The director called for Roman and I to make our way to The Shield's next segment location. I said goodbye to Sheamus and Renee before we headed to the next area. As we walked down the hallway, Roman grabbed my sides and lightly tickled me, causing me to giggle.

"Roman, cut that out!" I scolded him playfully.

"Just wait until I tell Dean and Seth!" he replied, getting a slap on the arm in return.

A minute later, we arrived at a dimly lit room. The only furniture in the room was a metal folding chair. Dean and Seth were talking to each other as we entered the room. They stopped their conversation when they saw us and walked over to discuss what was going to happen.

"Alright, Cassandra. Dean is going to tie your wrists together behind your back and I'm going to gag you with this handkerchief. Got any questions?" Seth asked.

"It's not really a question...more like a request. Please don't call me 'Cassandra' off-camera. Only my parents can call me that. I prefer 'Cass'. Other than that, I'm good." I replied.

As I sat down on the chair, I noticed a mischievous look in Roman's eye. I beckoned him over and whispered in his ear "don't even think about it". I had no idea that both Dean and Seth had heard me. They looked at Roman and gave him a quizzical look. He mouthed "she's ticklish" back to them, giving them a wink. Dean tied up my wrists while Seth tied the handkerchief around my mouth so I couldn't talk. Then the camera guy handed Dean a camcorder, signaling that our part of the next segment was starting. Sheamus was in the ring, calling out The Shield, demanding that they release Cassie Leigh. At that moment, the camera guy cued us in.

As Roman, Seth and Dean made their speech, I began grunting through the gag, infuriating Sheamus. Before the segment ended, The Shield stood around me with Roman standing behind the chair. Dean stood on the left side and Seth was on the right side. They said that 'Cassie Leigh' would be released only IF Sheamus could defeat Roman in a no-disqualification match later that night. In the meantime, they would take 'good care' of her. I screamed once more through the gag before the camera shut off. Dean handed the camcorder back to the camera crew while Seth removed the handkerchief from my mouth. Roman just stood there with his arms folded, waiting for the camera crew to leave. The second the door shut, he locked the door and the three of them looked at me.

"So, Roman tells us you're ticklish, huh? Let's find out just how ticklish you are!" Dean teased.

Before I could move, Seth gently moved me to the floor. Dean held my arms back while Roman used the handkerchief to tie my ankles together. I struggled as Seth pulled up my tank top, exposing my stomach and sides.

"Kootchie kootchie koo!" he teased, running his fingers up and down my sides.

Within seconds, I was giggling like a schoolgirl as his fingers explored every inch of my torso, focusing on my navel. Suddenly, I could feel fingers on my underarms. I looked up to see Dean torturing my clean shaven armpits, making me laugh even more. The tickling on both my armpits and my torso was maddening, to say the least. This can't get any worse, I thought. Boy, was I wrong. Roman, not wanting to be left out, decided to remove my tennis shoes. I looked at him, frantically shaking my head.

"Oh god...not there! Roman, I'm begging you...don't tickle my feet!" I pleaded.

My pleas fell on deaf ears as he slowly took my socks off, revealing my size 7 soles. I bit my lip, trying to hold back my giggles as he lightly drew circles on the bottoms of my feet. I could feel my walls crumbling as he scratched at my arches and the balls. Finally, I lost it when he began tickling the undersides of my toes. The sound of my shrieks caused Dean and Seth to stop momentarily. It also gave the latter an idea.

"Hey Dean! You keep tickling her upper body while me & Roman torture her feet!" Seth ordered.

Dean let go of my arms and focused on torturing my stomach/sides while Seth and Roman each grabbed a foot. They held my toes back with one hand and tickled my feet with the other, causing me to shriek again.

"S-stop it g-guys! I c-can't take it a-anymore!" I laughed.

After a few minutes, the three of them stopped torturing me, allowing me to catch my breath. Dean untied my wrists while Seth untied my ankles.

"Now THAT was fun!" Seth exclaimed, giving Roman and Dean high fives.

"Yeah...fun...for you, maybe..." I panted, causing them to chuckle.

"It's a shame I didn't get a chance to tickle those cute little feet of yours, Cass. Who knew that you were so insanely ticklish?!" Dean smirked.

I grabbed my socks, putting them on, followed by my shoes. After that, I stuck my tongue out at them, prompting them to do the same to me. Then we started laughing.

"Okay, I admit that it was kind of fun, but just know that that was a one-time thing, okay?" I told them, smiling as they shook their heads in agreement.

I was unaware at that moment that they had crossed their fingers behind their backs as they made their agreement.

"Alright guys. We need to get to our places so we can make our grand entrance!" Dean said, helping me up off the floor. He unlocked the door and the four of us made our way to section 110. We stood outside the seating area curtain waiting for the music.

"Sierra...Hotel...India...Echo...Lima...Delta..." The Shield's music rang through the arena. Seth grabbed my arm and led me down the stairs, while Dean and Roman followed closely behind. When we got to the barricade, Seth let go of me and hopped over. He turned and helped me over the barricade. Once Dean and Roman were over, Seth climbed up the steel steps into the ring. Dean and Roman each grabbed an arm and dragged me into the ring as well. Lilian Garcia and Mike Chioda were standing in the ring, awaiting for Sheamus to arrive.

"It's a shame for they lost their head, a careless man that could wind up dead..." The crowd erupted as Sheamus appeared on the ramp, beating his chest and yelling 'fella' before making his way to the ring.

*ding* "The following contest is set for one fall and it is a no-disqualification match! Introducing first, from Dublin, Ireland, weighing in at 272 pounds, the Celtic Warrior Sheamus!" Lilian announced.

Sheamus removed his shirt and threw it into the crowd.

"And his opponent, from Pensacola, Florida, weighing in at 265 pounds, Shield member Roman Reigns! If Sheamus beats Roman, then The Shield must release Cassie Leigh."

Dean slid out of the ring while Seth helped me out. Once we were outside the ring, Dean grabbed a folding chair and told me to sit down in it. Meanwhile, Sheamus had taken off his cross and kissed it before handing it to Lilian. Lilian made her way out of the ring, allowing the referee to start the match.

*I'm not going to bore you with details, but during the match, Dean and Seth get involved, prompting Team Hell No to come down and even up the score*

TOWARDS THE END OF THE MATCH

I watched as Roman was struggling to get to his feet. Daniel Bryan and Kane had caused Dean and Seth to flee, leaving Roman to fend for himself. Sheamus was in the corner calling for the Brogue Kick. As Roman turned around, he found himself on the receiving end of the Brogue Kick. He dropped to the mat like a sack of potatoes. Sheamus went for the cover and pinned him.

"Here is your winner-Sheamus!" Lilian exclaimed.

I jumped up out of my seat and slid into the ring. I stood on one side while the referee stood on the other and together we raised our arms in victory. Then I hugged him tightly, not caring that he was sweating bullets. We raised our arms once more before heading back up the ramp, being greeted by Team Hell No. The four of us made our way through the curtain and down the steps.

"Congrats, Sheamus!" Daniel cheered, giving him a bro hug.

"Thanks for the save, fellas. Ah owe yeh guys!" Sheamus replied.

After Kane and Daniel left, Sheamus gave me a long, passionate kiss.

"Ah hope they treated yeh well. If not, ah'll be havin' some words wit' them."

"Other than them tickle torturing me, they were perfect gentlemen!" I assured him.

"What do yeh mean by them 'tickle torturing' yeh?" he asked.

"I'll tell you later," I replied, giving him a wink.