Sheamus made his way to the ring. He wasn't alone. With him, being pulled by the arm was Rickey Levesque. Her tiny 5'3 frame practically flew down the ramp with him. Her tear streaked face showed the fear she felt being in the clutches of the behemoth of a man. Picking her up he rolled her under the bottom rope, sliding in after her. She tried to make it out on the other side, but he caught the end of her long ponytail, jerking her back violently. He wrapped her ponytail around his fist till he had pulled her tight up against his massive body. Tilting her chin up to his look him in the face he smiled and said something to her.
"King, that's Rickey. Shamus has Triple H's little sister in the ring."
"I know Michael, someone needs to get out here quick. Sheamus could really hurt this girl, she's not a wrestler!"
Sheamus smiled evilly as he raised the mic to his mouth.
"Triple H, I got sumthin 'ere that's 'ery precious ta ya. An ya better 'ome out 'ere now before I slam 'er pretty lil face into the mat," Sheamus said as he jerked Rickey's ponytail, making her head move back even farther. Sheamus held her close to him and smiled at her, whispering something her ear.
"A'right Triple H, times up!"
That being said, Sheamus grabbed Rickey and set her up for the Celtic Cross.
Time to play the GAME!...
The Cerebral Assassin hit the ring. Sheamus dropped Rickey, who landed hard on her butt.