"This is it, you old gingered haired bastard."
After several months of rehabilitating, struggling out of bed every morning with a shoulder that felt as though it could burn off any second, Sheamus was back in his domain. He never thought he was one the most popular wrestlers, for at times he felt forgettable. Of course he knew he wasn't the most talented, he felt like an Irish ogre next to most of the performers, so why come back to bore these people?
He cringed from his thoughts, not having any time to let these insecure thoughts eat at him before his big moment. He looks down, smiling softly, noticing the tiny locket he received at a signing. The simple chain gives him strength when he needs it, and the story behind it only makes him wish for much more.
"Hi, Fella, I don't mean to bother you.. But I was seeing if I could take a moment of your time for a photo?"
The tall Irishman turned to the petite beauty, blown away that someone like her could ever think she would bore him. Embarrassed by his smile, not wanting to scare her away, he nodded softly, giving her a small grin. She shakily walked towards him, looking into her brown hues, as she studied his soft ice blue ones. They both at that moment played it cool, looking away from the moment being too much to really take in at once. As she went in to grab her camera, the skies parted as the rain poured. He watched as the young woman sighed softly, her heart breaking from her big moment with her hero being wasted."
Hey, lass.. Its a dry area over here. Lets try inside the building, if you don't mind."
The girl perked up instantly, blown away he didn't just give it all up at that moment. He was a worldwide superstar, of course he had other things to do. She let the raindrops disguise her joyful tears, as she followed the Irish lad into the dry arena. As they walked into the building, she had to stop herself from admiring the man she only saw from her TV screen.
She couldn't believe out of all the Hooligans, she was chosen for this moment. She smiled softly, and he instantly saw himself in her. Just merely 10 minutes ago, he was fearful of her, now he sees the same characteristics inside of her.
"I'm no one to be afraid of.. Just Stephen. Now lets get this photo out so I don't waste any of your time, I know you have much more to do, lass.."
Unable to form a sentence, she shook her head reassuringly. She could never have anything else to do when it came to her hero. As she smiled, the Irish gentleman poked her side softly, hoping to get a giggle out of her before the camera flashed. He heard her soft laughter, and all he could do happily was smile himself.
They both studied the photo, him kneeling down to the tiny girl's height as he saw the widest smile out of her that he had ever seen in a person, let alone a woman. "You have a beautiful smile, lass.. You should do it more often. What's your name, if you don't mind me asking, I didn't catch it.." The small girl smiled softly, her caramel skin glowing red from the gentleman's question.
Before she answered, she placed a soft, golden locket into his hand, shaking the other one respectfully before walking off.
"Ana.."
Reflecting on that memory made something inside of him quiver. He had never met someone so graceful, and he made it his mission to find her again. He came down from his thoughts from the hand gestures of the camera men, instructing him that he had a minute before he was to walk from the curtain, and make his surprise entrance into the prestigious Royal Rumble.
As some little boy with a crush, he found himself kissing the locket, looking around to be sure no one caught him. After that private moment, he shrugged his shoulders, ready to go out there and grace the world once more. If Ana for that split second taught him anything, its that he makes people happy in this world, whether he believes it or not.
"4...3...2.."