Disclaimer: I do not own anyone from the WWE. I only own my OC character named Angel.
Hi, everyone! This is my first wrestling fanfiction and I wanted to write about one of my favorite wrestlers named Sheamus(aka Stephen, the sexy, red-haired Irishman). XD
Not only that, but the Miz and R-Truth will also be in this story as well. The Miz might be a little OOC because I know that he never treats a woman like that. I'm also gonna use his real name "Mike" and for Sheamus and R-Truth, I'm gonna use their wrestling names because I'm very familiar with them and I like them.
Anyways, Enjoy!
It was a beautiful, sunny day in the busy city of New York and there lived a sandy brown-haired, sky-blue eyed young woman named Angel. She had peach-colored skin with a tattoo of a halo with wings on her right arm. She is a gentle, nice, kind-hearted person who gets along with people very easily. She has a boyfriend named Mike (aka The Miz) whom she loves very much. They have been together for three years and they lived in a two bedroom wooden house.
-Flashback-
Angel met Mike at the local gym where she usually go and do her daily workout. While she was on the treadmill, she saw Mike lifting weights beside her. Unable to focus on her workout, Angel got off the treadmill and walked towards him. Seeing the brunette approach him, he gently placed his weights on the floor and introduced himself.
"Hi there, I'm Mike. What's your name, cutie?" he asked with a sincere smile, making her blush.
"Umm, h-hi. M-My name is Angel and I couldn't help but notice that you have a great body." she said, trying so hard to hide her blush from the man in front of her.
"Thanks. I have to work out to keep this awesome body." Mike stated, flexing his arms, which made her face red as a tomato.
"Y-Yeah. I-I can see that." the brunette stuttered shyly. "But can I ask you a question." She regained her composure and her blush faded away.
"Go ahead, I'm listening."
"Well….umm I know that we just met and all and I was wondering if…you know…if you wanna…oh I don't know,… like to maybe hang out together or something?"
"Heh heh heh. Well yeah, Angel. I would love to." Mike replied with a light chuckle. "In fact, we can start right now."
"Really! Oh, thank you, Mike! You made me so happy!" Angel cried, giving him a big hug.
He hugged her back. "Sure. Anytime, Angel. Now let's get outta here and go someplace more romantic." Mike stated, pulling out of the hug so he can look directly into her eyes.
"Ok. That sounds like a good idea." she agreed with him.
So Angel and Mike left the gym to go to a restaurant to get something to eat for lunch. After a few months, Angel and Mike became very close and they began a relationship with each other. Angel thought that her life was perfect ever since she met Mike, but unfortunately for her, it didn't last that long. In fact, Angel's perfect life with Mike has dramatically changed.
-End of flashback-
Angel was in the kitchen cooking her boyfriend, Mike, his lunch. She fixed him a big plate of spaghetti and meatballs with a piece of garlic toast on the side. She went inside the refrigerator and poured him out a glass of sweet tea. Angel then placed the sweet tea along with the plate of spaghetti on a black tray and carried it to Mike, who was too busy watching a football on the television.
"GO ALONG, YOU BASTARD! GET THE DAMN BALL!" Mike yelled at the running football player on the television.
"Umm, Mike. I-"
"Just a minute, Angel." he interrupted her, still glued to the game. "Aw, come on, ref. That was not a foul!"
Angel decided to wait for a moment until Mike calm down from watching his football game. Luckily, it was halftime and she decided that this was the time to give him his lunch.
"Ahem. Before I was rudely interrupted, I just wanted to say that I made you some lunch." Angel said happily, displaying the tray of food she was holding.
He finally turned his attention from the t.v. screen to the brown-haired woman. He looked at the items on the tray and he crinkled his nose up in disgust.
"Ugh, I don't want that!" Mike scoffed, turning his attention back to the t.v., which still showed the halftime show.
Angel's expression suddenly changed to sadness as she looked at the food that she took a lot of effort making.
"But I made it for you." she whispered pitifully. "Don't you like it?"
"What do you think, Angel? Umm…no, I don't like it." he answered with a rude tone.
"But I spend all my time making this special lunch for you." Angel said, her blue eyes welled up with tears.
"Well, you shoulda ask me before you wasted your time fixing me something that I did not like." he said bluntly, not even bothering to look at her.
"Well, you use to love it before!" she said, raising her voice slightly to her boyfriend to show him that she won't take his attitude.
"Yeah! That was before and this is now." Mike said flatly.
The halftime show was over and Mike cheered for joy when his favorite football player scored a touchdown.
"WHOO! HELL YEAH! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" Mike yelled with enthusiasm, jumping out of the couch like a little child.
Mike didn't even pay attention to her as his girlfriend walked back into the kitchen and set the tray of food on the table. Since she doesn't like wasting food, she pulled up a chair, picked up a fork, and began eating the food that was supposed to be for her boyfriend.
As she was eating a forkful of spaghetti, she thought about her relationship with Mike and one question kept coming up in her mind. Is he really worth it? There's no mistake Angel loves Mike but she hates his attitude, not only towards her, but to other people as well.
In fact, she remembered this one incident where they went to the movie to see the Twilight saga: Breaking Dawn Part 1 and it was going great until Mike was being disrespecting by talking loudly on his cell phone in the movie theater. A man, who was watching the movie with his wife, calmly told Mike to put his cell phone up, but Mike had to embarrassed her in the worst way possible. He got up from his seat and announced to everyone that Bella is a two-timing whore, the whole movie is stupid and pointless, and whoever made this movie need to be bought out into the woods and be beaten with a baseball bat. Those comments right there got them both kicked out of the theater and she hung her head in anger, wishing that her boyfriend woulda just shut the fuck up.
She was pissed off at him because she really wanted to see the whole movie. But unfortunately, he had to ruin it for her and now she had to wait for the DVD to come out, which would probably be six or seven months from now.
Angel huffed angrily, remembering the terrible, embarrassing date she had with Mike. She heard her boyfriend yelling and jumping up and down and she slightly turned around to look at him.
"Ugh, look at him. He's acting like an immature child." Angel thought as she took a sip of sweet tea and began nibbling on the garlic toast.
Not only did Angel hate his attitude, but his behavior as well. She wanted a man, not a little boy as her boyfriend. To her, Mike acts like a spoiled, immature child who seems to only care about himself. Not only that, but he says ridiculous things like "I'm the best you ever had.", "You know you love me.", and even "You'll never leave me because I'm awesome in every way." Hearing him say these things made her stomach churned. She tries to tell him to change his arrogant ways, but he would never listen to her. In fact, Angel sometimes feels like she is talking to the wall.
Now truth be told, she sometimes wanted to leave Mike, but at the same time, she felt like her life would be nothing without him. Angel was suddenly bought back to reality when she heard the loud, obnoxious voice of her boyfriend.
"Hey, Angel! Come here for a moment! I want to talk to you!" Mike shouted from the living room.
The brown-haired placed her garlic toast on the plate and went into the living room, to see what he wanted.
"Yes, dear."
Since the game was over, (Mike's favorite team won, of course) he used the remote to decrease the volume on the television. He patted a seat next to him on the couch and she took the message to sit down. He turned to her and looked directly into her sky-blue eyes.
"Angel." He clasped her hands into his. "I'm sorry that I have been acting like a total jerk to you. It was wrong for me to say that and I wish I could take it back. So I'm asking, no begging you. Please, Angel. Please forgive me, sweetheart." Mike pleaded sincerely, making her eyes welled up with tears of joy.
"Yes! Oh yes, Mike! Of course, I forgive you." Angel cried, her tears finally slid onto her cheeks.
She hugged her boyfriend and he hugged her back, running small circles along her back to soothe her. After she ceased the flow of her tears, she pulled out of the hug so she can look at him.
"Oh, Mike. You don't know how happy you made me." Angel said emotionally, seeing that he had changed.
"That's because I make you happy, sweetheart. Now go to the store and get me these items." Mike said, pulling out a list from his pocket, his attitude switched from caring back to his usual self.
"Umm, excuse me. But what did you say to me?" Angel asked, her mood changed to a slight anger tone.
"Oh, I guess you didn't hear me." he said, getting smart with her. "I said go to the store and get me these items." Mike repeated, handing her a grocery list.
Angel snatched the list out of his hand and scanned the items on it.
"And make sure you give them to me by 6:00p.m." Mike ordered bluntly with a stupid smirk.
She looked at him like he had lost his damn mind.
"Mike, it's 4:45p.m.! I won't make it back in time." Angel stated.
"Well, you better hurry up and get going then." he said with a hearty chuckle, making his girlfriend mad as hell.
Without saying another word, Angel got off the couch and went to the kitchen to put her unfinished food in the refrigerator. She then went upstairs to the bedroom that she and Mike shared and got her purse and car keys. She put on her black flats and went down stairs. She was about to leave out the door until she remembered one little thing.
"Hey, Mike. You forgot to give me the money." Angel reminded.
"Oh, yeah. You see, about that…I don't have any money on me, so I hope you don't mind buying it for me." he said, knowing that she would do anything for him.
"Yeah, I don't mind." she sighed in annoyance. "But why didn't you go to the bank if you didn't have any money?"
"Duh! Because the game was on and I didn't want to miss it." Mike answered with a smartass attitude.
Angel rolled her eyes at his ignorance and she opened the door. She slammed the door and walked to her silver Mercedes. She opened the door to her car, got in, put the key in the emission, and drove to the store. In about fifteen minutes, she arrived at the store. Angel quickly got out of her vehicle and walked into the store.
Since Mike only had eight items on the list, she got a red basket and began shopping. While she was getting the items, Angel looked at her platinum watch to see what time it was. It read 5:37p.m. and her face suddenly turned white.
"Oh, no! I'm running out of time! I better hurry up before Mike will get mad at me." Angel thought as she ran up and down the aisles, carefully avoiding the shoppers and food items.
But unfortunately, all her running made her accidently bump into the back of a tall, pale-skinned, red-haired man.
"Oh, my. I'm so sorry. I didn't watch where I was going." Angel sincerely apologized.
"Aw, that's alright, lass. It was merely an accident anyway." he said, brushing it off.
"Heh heh, I love your accent. You are…um…Irish, right?" she guessed, hoping that it was the right answer.
"Aye, yer correct." she responded with a sweet smile.
"Oh, how rude of me. My name is Angel." she said, extending her hand.
He took her gesture and shook her hand. "Me name's Stephen, but you can call me Sheamus if ya want to.
"Ok. So Sheamus, I see you shopping for a few items yourself." Angel noted, inspecting his basket.
"Yes, lass. I'm making a pot of Irish stew that me mother taught me to make back in Ireland." Sheamus said.
"Oh, that's great! And speaking of Ireland, may I ask why did you left there?" Angel questioned curiously to see why an Irishman is in New York City.
"Well, Angel. It's because I wanted to travel to America and New York City seemed to be me destination. I still return back to Ireland to visit me friends and family, but right now, I'm living in New York City or as you call it 'the big apple'." Sheamus answered thoroughly. "Are you shopping fer yourself as well?"
"No, unfortunately I'm buying these things for my boyfriend." she answered harshly, which made Sheamus raised an eyebrow.
"Umm, Angel. I don't want to get into yer business, but are ya alright, lass. You sound upset." the Irishman asked, concerned for the woman he had only met for a few minutes.
"Well, not exactly. It's just that my boyfriend Miz, or Mike as I call him, is such a total jerk. I mean, he disrespects not only me, but other people around him, he doesn't appreciate the things I do for him, he's very mean to me, and he treats me like a child." Angel ranted.
"Hmp. It's sounds like yer boyfriend is a horse's arse. He shouldn't treat ya like that, Angel. In fact, no man should treat his woman like that. You deserve someone better, lass." Sheamus lectured, making her see the light to her horrible relationship.
"You're right, Sheamus, but I…I just love him too much just to leave him. I mean, I try so hard to change him, but nevertheless it's hopeless." she replied with her head down in shame.
The flame-haired man lifts up her chin so she could look dead into his dark green eyes.
"Angel, there are millions of lads in the world who would love to be with a pretty young lass like you. You don't deserve to be with a self-centered fella like Mike. I know ya love him, but is it really worth it? Is it really worth living a terrible life with the man ya love, knowing that he will still treat ya like crap." Sheamus continued lecturing her, hoping that she understands.
Angel gazed up into the Irishman's emerald green eyes. Inside those eyes, she saw something that she never saw in Mike's eyes every time she looked into them. In fact, what she saw in Sheamus's eyes were sincere, care, passion, and maybe even…love? Angel's cheeks tinted a small blush as she felt his pale, soft fingers touch her chin.
"No, Sheamus. It's not worth it, but…but no matter how low-down or cruel he can be to me, I always forgive him. And I'm sorry Sheamus, but if I leave him then my heart would shatter into a million pieces and my life would be nothing without him. I hope you understand." Angel said shyly.
"Yeah, lass. I understand, but if you need to talk to me about anything at all, just call me." he stated, writing his cell phone number on a scrap sheet of paper and giving it to her.
"Thanks, Sheamus. Here's my cell phone number so you could reach me." Angel said, also writing on a piece of the grocery list that Mike gave her and giving it to him.
"Thanks, Angel. I'll call ya as soon as possible." he said, folding the small piece of paper and placing it in his pocket.
The brown-haired woman heard the alarm on her watch and she quickly turned it off. She saw the glimpse of the time and it read 6:19p.m., which meant that she was nineteen minutes late getting Mike his groceries. Even though Angel wanted to know more about her new Irish friend, unfortunately, she had to end their conversation.
"Well, Sheamus. Unfortunately, I gotta go, but it was nice meeting you." Angel said with a genuine smile, even though deep inside, she was depressed because she didn't want to go home to her asshole boyfriend.
"And it was nice meeting ya too, Angel." Sheamus said, also sad that they had to end their conversation so soon.
"Ok. Bye, Sheamus."
"Bye, Angel."
While Sheamus strode to the produce section, Angel took one last look at the ginger-haired Irishman before she went to the checkout line. After she purchased Mike's groceries, she exited the store, placed the items in the trunk, and drove home.
When Angel pulled up in the driveway, she got out of her car and got all of the groceries out of the trunk. She shut the trunk and walked to the front door. She didn't bother to knock on the door because she knew damn well that Mike never opens the door for no one. Even for Angel, herself. She got the keys out of her purse and unlocked the door. She carried the four white bags into the house and set them on the floor. She inspected the living room and there, she saw her lazy ass boyfriend still sitting on the couch watching t.v.
"Hey, Mike."
"You're late!" he said bluntly, not even having the curiosity to greet her. "What took you so long?"
"Ahem, can I at least get a "hi" or something?" Angel said angrily with her hands on her hips.
"Hey." Mike mumbled out so low that Angel could hardly hear it. "Now what took you so long with my food? I almost starved to death." he exaggerated while rubbing his stomach to prove his point.
"Umm…I had to put more gas into the car." she lied, not wanting to tell him the real reason why she was late with his food.
Mike scoffed at her answer, as if he didn't care about it at all. In fact, all he wanted was his food and that's it.
"Hmp, whatever! Where's my food?" he asked in a rude tone.
Angel just rolled her eyes and gave him his groceries. He took the bags from her without saying a single word. He went into one of the bags and pulled out a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos. He opened the bag and began eating the delicious chips.
"Um, excuse me, but you could at least thank me for using my money to buy your groceries." Angel snapped at him.
"Ok, thanks and next time, don't be late with my food, sweetie." Mike warned playfully, even though to Angel, he sounded like a total bastard.
Angel, not feeling like talking to her boyfriend anymore, decided to go upstairs so she could get a good night sleep. About an hour later, Angel was dressed in her pink and white Hello Kitty pajama shirt and shorts. She was in the bed reading one of her romance novel until her quiet, private time was interrupted by her boyfriend.
"Hey, Angel." he said while taking off his shirt and pants, leaving him in only his black and red checkered boxers. "You know what time is it."
"Yeah, it's 10:58p.m." Angel said blankly, taking her eyes off her book so she could look at the clock on the nightstand.
"Ha ha ha, very funny, Angel." Mike said sarcastically. "You know what I meant. It's time for us to…you know….get it on."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mike. But I'm not in the mood." Angel stated, still reading her book.
Mike crawled on the queen-sized bed. "Well, you're gonna be in the mood once I-" He snatched the book out of her hands and carelessly threw it on the floor. "Put my moves on ya."
"Heh. First of all, you didn't have to throw my book on the floor like that and second I don't care how long you try to quote 'put your moves on me', you'll never get me to have sex with you because I told you that I'm not in the mood." Angel said defensive, getting frustrated with him.
"Aww, come on, baby. Why won't you have sex with me?" Mike asked lustily. "Cause I mean, you know you want this fantastic, awesome body." He started flexing his muscles in a cocky manner.
"Look, Mike. You don't know what I want and if you must know, the reason why I won't have sex with you is because I'm still mad at you for making those smartass comments earlier." Angel scolded.
"Come on, Angel, sweetie. You know I was just playing with you." he lied, hoping that she was buying it, even though she wasn't. "Now please-" He started rubbing his hands on her bare arms. "I'm begging you. Let me fuck your brains out."
"Ugh, why did you have to say it like that? And anyways, the answer is still "no"." Angel said, moving away from his touch.
"Alright, Angel. You know what? Fine, alright! If you won't have sex with me, then I'm gonna take care of my own needs myself!" Mike shouted in anger as he got off the bed.
Since he was furious her for not putting out, Mike went into his suitcase that was hidden under the bed, pulled out a playboy magazine, and went down to the downstairs bathroom to masturbate.
While Mike was downstairs jerking off, Angel went inside her purse and took out Sheamus's phone number. She dialed the number and waited until he picked up. She waited until she heard his wonderful voice.
"Hello."
"Hi, Sheamus."
"Oh hi, Angel. I'm sorry that I didn't call ya earlier. I was busy maintaining me house."
"Aw, that's ok, Sheamus. I was busy as well, so there's no need for you to apologize to me. I totally understand." she answered him.
"Ok, so are ya doing alright?" he asked with concern.
"Well…no, not really."
"Heh, don't tell me that it's your arse-of-a-boyfriend, Mike isn't it?" he asked, even though he already know the answer.
"Yep, you got it."
"What did the lad do to ya?"
"Well, Sheamus. It's kind of a long story, so I'll just get to the main points. First of all, when I got home from the grocery store, he didn't greet me at the door. Second, he didn't thank me for the food that I paid for with my own money until I had to make him say it. And finally, he wanted me to have sex with him even though I specifically told him that I was not in the mood." she explained.
"Heh, that ungrateful bastard. I swear on me life, that if I ever see yer excuse-for-a-man boyfriend, I'll put me foot up his arse so hard, that he will be throwing up his laced-covered undies." Sheamus declared, which made Angel giggled at his comment.
"He he, I wish you could do that too." Angel chuckled, her mood suddenly changed from anger to happiness now that she is talking with the flame-haired Irishman. "But anyways, I was just calling to check up on you because I miss you."
"Oh thanks, Angel. I miss ya too, lass and I want to see ya again 'cause I can't get ya outta me head." Sheamus said affectionately.
"Aww, thanks, Sheamus. And I was thinking about you as well 'cause I also want to see you again." the brunette said sweetly.
"Hmm, how about this. Why don't we go to the park tomorrow, so we could spend time together. I mean, if ya don't have anything to do." Sheamus announced.
"No, I'm not busy tomorrow. Of course, I can go to the park with you." Angel said with complete, utter joy.
"Great! How about we go to the park at 2:00p.m."
"That's sounds perfect. Tomorrow at 2:00p.m." she repeated, so she would remember. "Plus, Mike goes out to drink with his buddies at 1:30p.m., so I know he wouldn't suspect if I was gone."
And speaking of her boyfriend, Mike, Angel heard him climbing up the stairs after he was through 'choking his chicken'.
"Oh crap, it's Mike! I'm sorry Sheamus, but I gotta go before my boyfriend catches me talking on the phone with you." she whispered.
"Ok, it was nice talking to ya, Angel."
"And it was nice talking to ya too, Sheamus."
"Alright, I'll see ya tomorrow. Bye."
"Bye." She hung up and quickly hid her cellphone and Sheamus's phone number back inside her purse.
Angel leaped off the bed and cut the lights off, climbed back into the bed, and pretended to sleep. Mike reached the top stairs and went into their bedroom. He turned on the lights and saw that his girlfriend was 'sleeping'. He opened his suitcase, placed the playboy magazine back inside, and hid it back under the bed. Then he cut the lights back off and climb back into bed next to his brown-haired girlfriend. After sleep finally claimed them both, Angel had a smile plastered on her face as she dreamt about the handsome, pale-skinned, spiky red-haired Irishman named Sheamus.
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