Hi, guys! With the recent wins of Sheamus and Wade, I thought it'd be fun to write a funny story. I always get a kick out of these two and their friendship, so I hope you guys enjoy! Short, but sweet. Xx
"Heh, ye old brute.. Bet ya dreaming of happy US Championships dancing around that hare brain o'yours, aye?"
The tall British native smirked evilly as he watched his red-headed friend sleep soundly on a backstage couch. As he rubbed his new Intercontinental Championship, Sheamus fidgeted softly in his sleep, making Wade back up slowly from fear of waking him. His greyish-blue hues studied his counterpart, Drew, as he held his hand out, requesting the object Drew possessed for him.
"Clippers, now."
Drew laughed softly, before jumping from Wade's glare. Wade had no time to be caught by Sheamus, who even playfully, was a powerful man. As Drew handed Wade the clippers, he watched as Wade licked his lips eagerly, ready to tear the red roots right from Fella's face. Wade chuckled softly, pulling Drew near with a soft whisper.
"This right here, Drew, is how you make a man, into a boy. Rip the roots right from him! I might get jazzy and clip the eyebrows, aye?" Drew held his mouth, trying to contain his laughter as Wade made a mockery of a still sleeping Sheamus. With a flick of Wade's thumb, the soft humming of the motor in the clipper buzzed, and he almost salivated at the thought of a bare-haired Ginger running about. Before he proceeded, he turned to Drew with a goofy salute, before he felt a huge bicep clutching his neck.
"Hey there, Fella! Didn't know you needed ol' Shea' to give ya a cut today!"
Wade gasped in horror as he watched Drew laugh loudly, holding his shoulders down as Sheamus went to town on his beautifully dark, stellar beard. He yelled for help, attempting to get someone to grab Sheamus and Drew, but it was no use. After minutes of torture, Sheamus stood over Wade, chuckling at the new and improved Bare-Knuckle Brawler.
"Never knew you'd look so good with the Tyson Kidd-do, Fella!"