Don't Believe A Word
A Sheamus fanfiction. The Celtic Warrior is my favourite WWE superstar-being Irish myself, it actually makes me feel very proud that a guy from Dublin has made it big in WWE. I'm only sorry that, having lived in Ireland for years, I've never personally come across a red-haired man quite that hot. *sigh*
Anyway, I decided to write this pretty pointless fanfic. Sharona is my OC. I own nothing else, unfortunately. Heaven help Sheamus if I owned him. :) The title and lyrics are all from songs by Irish singers/bands (Well, it seemed apt to use Irish songs). I'm still working on a TNA fanfiction, but this is my very first WWE fic. With that in mind, be nice.
NOTE: I couldn't believe what I was hearing on the 30/7 RAW when Sheamus said his face wouldn't win any beauty contests. Might I suggest the man invest in a new mirror, because the one he currently has is lying to him. To be fair, though, his modesty only makes him more attractive to me
'Don't believe me if I tell you,
Not a word of this is true.
Don't believe me if I tell you, especially if I tell you
I'm in love with you.'
-Thin Lizzy 'Don't Believe A Word'
CHAPTER 1
WWE (circa 2009-2012)
She'd noticed him. Well of course she'd noticed him. Kind of hard not to. With his fiery red hair and pale skin, Sheamus O' Shaunessy was always going to stand out in WWE.
It wasn't just his physical characteristics though. The man could more than hold his own in the ring, too. He was powerful and tenacious-and also had a mean streak a mile wide. And she'd learned to steer clear of him. At first.
Of course, Sheamus had debuted in ECW, while she was on RAW, so it had been easy to avoid him. But she'd watched from afar, watched him tear his way through superstar after superstar.
It wasn't until almost three years after Sheamus' debut that Sharona Vincenzi, WWE Diva, came to realize what the Celtic Warrior was really like.
He had, through paying his dues and earning respect, become a fan favourite, and he had, to Sharona's amazement, embraced the adulation. That mean streak was still there, but she was also seeing a funny, even charming side to the Irish wrestler.
Sharona still watched from afar-only now, since he was on SmackDown and made regular appearances on RAW, far wasn't very far anymore. Not that he paid much attention to her, anyway, except to briefly nod in her direction, maybe say 'Hiya' in that thick Dublin accent, if they passed each other in the hallways. They were from different worlds anyway. Sheamus was from Dublin, in Ireland, a country she knew almost nothing about. Oh sure, she'd been there a few times with the company, but there was never ample opportunity to see very much of a country when they were touring. Sharona herself had been born in Castle Hill, a part of The Projects in The Bronx that had, up to the early 2000's, been known for its poverty and violence. Born to an Italian-American father and Puerto Rican mother, she couldn't physically look more different to the Dubliner, with her jet-black hair, mocha skin and chocolate brown eyes.
So, they were opposites. Nothing would ever happen...
Right?
APRIL 2012
Unbelievably, it was that annoying little whingebag Daniel Bryan, of all people, who unwittingly helped initiate proceedings. Sharona was celebrating a victory over Beth Phoenix, when he marched out and ordered her out of the ring: 'You won, whatever. Now get out-I have an important announcement to make!'
Sharona had been raised not to back down from anyone. Especially not a jumped-up little man with delusions of grandeur. 'What important announcement is that!' She drawled. 'You decided to get a personality transplant? A brain transplant? What?' Bryan's face turned purple with rage. 'How dare you!' He shouted. 'You know what? You're no better than that pathetic red-haired Irishman, Sheamus!'
Sharona quirked an eyebrow. Bryan was obviously still sore about his recent title loss-and of course, she couldn't resist rubbing it in. 'Just so we're clear,' she replied. 'Are we talkin' about the same stupid red-haired Irishman who kicked you in the face and took the World Heavyweight Championship from you at WrestleMania in a record eighteen seconds?' Leaning closer, she added, 'I'd call that guy a lot of things, Danny-but stupid isn't one of them.'
Bryan reacted exactly how she'd predicted-he jumped in the ring and got right in her face, while the crowd chanted, 'Yes! Yes! Yes!' Whether they were echoing Bryan's annoying catchphrase because they were agreeing with what she'd said, or because they wanted to see a fight, Sharona wasn't too sure. She wasn't afraid of this moron, but she was unprepared for him grabbing her arm and yanking her close.
There was a maniacal glint in his eye, and she suddenly wasn't sure what he was capable of. Since he'd cruelly broken up with AJ Lee, his former girlfriend had seemed...unstable. Sharona now wasn't so sure that Daniel Bryan wasn't the unstable one. 'You think you can talk to me like that?!' He screamed. 'Huh? Do you know who I am?!' He pulled on Sharona's wrist again, and she was about to take a swing at this chump and consequences be damned, when...
'It's a shame that they lost their head,
A careless man could wind up dead...'
Bryan abruptly released Sharona's wrist when Sheamus appeared at the top of the entrance ramp, microphone in hand. He was smiling, but Sharona could tell by the tension of his body that his famous temper was getting ready to explode. 'Hey, fella!' He shouted, as he walked down to the ring. 'You wanna pick a fight, pick one with me. This has nothin' to do with the lass.'
Sharona felt slightly confused and uneasy. She wasn't one to back down from a fight, ever, so she didn't quite know what to do now. The last thing she'd expected was Sheamus to come strolling down here acting all chivalrous, and she didn't want to lose face. Nor did she want to get stuck in the middle if these two decided to go at it.
Sheamus climbed into the ring, facing Sharona. His expression was gentle, and for the first time, seeing him this close, she noticed how beautiful his eyes were. He may be a little paler than she was used to, but he was definitely attractive.
The Irishman seemed to be scrutinizing her. He frowned momentarily, then smiled again and told her, 'Danny Boy has a bit of a problem with me bein' Champion, Sharona.' He told her. 'But it's between me and him. Sorry ya got caught up in it. Are ya alright?'
Sharona could only nod mutely, astonished, firstly, because he knew her name, and it sounded so sexy in that Irish brogue, and secondly, because, well, why was he being so nice to her?
Deciding that was a question for another day, Sharona turned to leave, and then came the proverbial icing on the cake-Sheamus leaned down and held the ropes open for her.
Pretty much everyone around here knew what she was about by now, that she didn't require help in most situations, that she was independent and could hold her own in a fight. Even CM Punk, Phil Brooks, her best friend in the business, who held women in the highest esteem, wasn't one to jump to her defence everytime she got in trouble.
So now she was completely at a loss, unsure of whether to thank Sheamus or yell at him that she could take care of herself and didn't need his help. But that didn't seem like a good option, because she'd seen enough of this guy in action to know that she didn't want to get on his bad side. And besides, maybe it was an Irish thing, this gallant 'white knight' stuff. And boy, was that an appropriate term.
When she looked up at him, his eyes were twinkling, and his cheeky smile caused her heart to give a sudden and unexpected lurch. 'I'll see ya around, yeah?' He grinned. Again, she could only nod, and she left the ring in a daze, leaving the two men to thrash out their differences as they chose. She was uncertain as to what had just happened-and still couldn't believe that she had just left without even being able to talk to the guy.
Phil was the first guy she met when she got backstage, and she scowled at his amused expression. 'Y'know,' he mused. 'I think that is the first time in the five years I've known you that I've seen you back down from anyone.' 'I didn't back down!' She protested. 'I was gonna slap the taste out of that idiot's mouth before Sheamus showed up and was all like, 'Are you ok?' and 'Here, let me help you out of the ring because you obviously can't even do that by yourself'.' She sighed. 'I had a good mind to tell him to mind his own business,' She added. 'But...I've seen him angry, and it's not pretty. Didn't wanna piss him off.'
Phil's expression changed from one of amusement to one of skepticism. 'You're not afraid of the guy, are you?' He enquired incredulously, and Sharona scoffed.
'Of course I'm not afraid of him.' She replied. 'But that doesn't mean I'm stupid. I don't want to make an enemy of that guy, believe me. Anyway, he was right-this fight is between him and Dweeb Boy. It's done now. Pretty sure our paths won't be crossing again.'
And she couldn't possibly have been more wrong about that.
The following week, The Big Show, Paul Wight, got in her face backstage. Even those who hadn't seen her meek departure from the ring the week before, had heard about it. And Wight was quick to call her on it.
'Hey, so when did you go soft, Shar?' He mocked, confronting her at the coffee machine. 'I saw what happened last week-is that big dumb Mick your bodyguard now?'
Immediately, Sharona bristled-and it wasn't even because of the 'soft' comment. Everybody around here seemed to like poking fun at Sheamus-if it wasn't his hair or (lack of) skin colour, people took pot shots at his Irish heritage. 'First off,' she replied, poking a finger into the expanse of his not-inconsiderable belly. 'I'm not the one who's 'soft'. Secondly, Sheamus can't help where he's from any more than you can help being a douchebag. And he's not dumb. You don't become a two-time World Champion by being dumb. And who are you calling dumb, anyway? The words 'pot', 'kettle' and 'black' mean anything to you?'
As expected Wight lunged forward angrily, and not the first time, Sharona wondered at the wisdom of her actions. Picking a fight was one thing, but Paul Wight was called The Big Show for a pretty valid reason.
Suddenly, Wight took a step back, distaste crinkling his features. 'Aw, come on.' He groaned. 'You gotta be kidding me.' Sharona sensed a presence at her back, and instinctively knew, without even turning around, exactly who was standing behind her.
Not again.
Sure enough, when she turned around, there he was. The Great White himself. Only, he wasn't looking at her-his attention was focused solely on Wight, blue eyes full of cold fury.
'I think ya should try pickin' on someone closer to yer own size, fella.' His voice was quiet, but Sharona could see his hands curled into fists. He was itching for a fight, she could tell. Though she was tempted to tell him that Wight was bigger than both of them combined, she found she'd once again lost her voice.
Why was he doing this?
Wight shook his head, and waved a large dismissive hand at them. 'Whatever.' He muttered, and walked off, leaving Sharona to marvel at the possibility that even someone as huge as Paul Wight seemed to be leery of Sheamus.
She was a bit leery herself, if she was honest.
As soon as he was gone, all of Sheamus' anger seemed to disappear, and he grinned down at Sharona, blue eyes now full of mischief. 'Y'know somethin',' he said, putting his face close to hers-close enough to kiss her, Sharona thought, and where had that come from? 'If ya keep sayin' all these nice things about me, I'm goin' ta get a big head.'
Without another word, he turned around and walked away, leaving a flabbergasted Sharona standing there, mouth agape. What the Hell was wrong with her? Why couldn't she just tell him to leave her alone, to mind his own business? And she hadn't said nice things about him-she was just being honest. He couldn't help where he was from, and he was a two-time World Champion. Was it the comment about him not being dumb that he'd taken as a compliment? Because that was pretty damn obvious to anyone with half a brain, and...
Wait a minute, she thought, suddenly terrified. Was this his way of flirting? Was he protecting her because she'd somehow given him some indication that she was interested, and he was reciprocating the best way he knew how?
Because she wasn't. Absolutely not...
NEXT: Sheamus gets even deeper under Sharona's skin-and we get a look at The Celtic Warrior's POV. Reviews are always welcome. Thanks. :)