"These words are true and I'll make you believe.."
He stared at the Championship before him, his story untold in his emerald eyes All he wanted was to show them all he was destined for greatness. But at a cost…
"Yeah, you fight for air and struggle just to breathe…"
The color of his skin bothered people, but he didn't care. He was who he was without limits. Without love.
"And you wear your cowardice well.."
He would dominate, he thought as he stood up and stretched. He was meant to. Born to. Of Irish blood and pale skin, Sheamus' legacy did then begin.
"And I will see you ride it straight to Hell."