Hey guys! So this actually started out in my mind as a Miz/Sheamus fic, but suddenly it became Sheamus/Alex Riley. There are also mentions of Miz/Morrison (because, really, they're perfect for each other).I was there at RAW on 11/29/2010, which is where this fic starts off, and it kind of gave me the inspiration for it.Unfortunately for me, I don't own Sheamus, Alex Riley, The Miz, or John Morrison, nor do I own anything having to do with the WWE.There's some cursing, so be warned.
Stephen Farrelly. I'm sure you know the name. Also known as Sheamus? Yeah. Most people don't like him much, but I can't imagine why. Those deep green eyes are like the tide of the ocean, drawing people in and not letting go. His fire-red hair is a stark contrast to his nearly colourless skin, the difference delicious and exotic.
And his personality! Off-screen he was so friendly to anyone who gave him the chance, not that many people did. He was so often left on his own, the few people who gave a damn too nervous about their reputations to keep him company.
Ugh, listen to me sounding like a mushy chick. Yeah, I'm done being sappy now.
"Kevin!" Mike called, pulling on his wristbands. "You okay, man? You totally zoned for a minute there."
I nodded, refocusing my mind. Right. Mike had a TLC match for his championship, and I needed to get my head in the game.
Mike was a bit grouchy, vicariously feeling the sting of his lover losing King of the Ring to Stephen. I was glad that he'd been waiting at gorilla position during the match, because I'm pretty sure he would have murdered me for me for cheering Stephen onto victory. I'd already decided that I was going to find him after the show and congratulate him.
"Dude you're really creeping me out with that smile," Mike said, again pulling me from my thoughts.
I realized I had a big, goofy smile on my face.
Whoops.
I quickly rearranged my face into a neutral expression, hoping Mike was satisfied. There was only a half an hour left in the show, and then I could go find Stephen…