And so, Sheamus aid out his idea, alternating between speaking and fucking. Soon, both were loudly agreeing. Even in her endorphin riddled state, Stephanie had to admit, giving the shield this type of match would hurt and divide the shield more than separate booking ever could, while at the same time making a different type of PPV, the Supershow PPV. It would showcase the talents of anywhere from Ezekiel Jackson to John Cena, and used several extreme matches. Daniel Bryan and Randy Orton would e competing in a death match. Zach Ryder and Santino would tag against Kozlov in a bat match, and Swagger would face Cesaro in a whips match. All sorts of things would be used, Kendo Sticks, Handcuffs, Steel steps. Rey Mysterio, RVD, and Tyson Kidd had a match involving several cranes set up around the ring at various levels, taking their high flying action to a whole new level. The entire Diva's roster of Raw, smackdown, and NXT were booked for this event, including several extreme matches of their own.
So Reigns would get hs match after all. The superstars filed out of the arena and into the bus that would carry them all to the next event. The Shield for some reason was left behind, along with Sheamus. Hunter and Stephanie had meetings to wrap up, and stayed even after them. Sheamus stepped outside and noticed that it was pouring buckets of rain.
Ambrose and Rollins ran through the rain laughing, Ambrose's laugh more maniacal than joyous. They hopped into their rental and sped off, and Reigns hopped in his. Sheamus wanted to ride to the hotel with Hunter and Stephanie, ut unforeseen delays made that impossible.
Reigns headed to his car, seeing Sheamus standing there in the rain.
"Hey, you want to ride back with me?" he yelled.
Sheamus hesitated for a brief second, then yelled back "Sure, fella!"
Reigns and Sheamus headed for the car together, the rain fell even more quickly. They hopped in the car, shivering slightly. Reigns drove them to the hotel most of the other superstars were staying in, deciding to ask Sheamus about how he convinced Hunter to change his mind.
"So, how did you get Hunter to give me that match?" Reigns asked, glancing over nonchalantly.
Sheamus took a second, then opened his mouth to answer, his phone ringing to HHH's theme song.
" 'ello"
"Hey, Sheamus, where are you?" Hunter said, huffing into the phone rhythmically. Sheamus could tell from the force in his footsteps he was running. Damn. He had forgotten to tell hunter he caught a ride.
"Ah caught a ride wit one of the other superstars ta the hotel. FIgured it would be for the best." Sheamus shifted the phone to his right hand, Reigns took the opportunity to yell a hello to Hunter. As soon as he heard his voice, Hunter flew into an uncontrolled rage.
"Reigns." he snarled.
Sheamus couldn't exactly reassure Hunter in front of Reigns.
"Listen, fella, Ah'll call ya back when ah get ta me room, then we can talk." he shivered slightly.
Hunter grunted and hung up, admittedly jealous. There was no appropriate reason for Sheamus to e out this late with Reigns. Not at this hour. His jealously turned to malicious anger. Bad things happened when Hunter got angry. He dialed Heyman's number, waiting a few moments before setting his plan into motion.
The next week on Raw, Rollins and Ambrose stood in the ring facing off with Sheamus and the Usos. "Where is Roman?" Jey asked, looking around for added effect.
Ambrose, who was standing across from Jey, said "I dunno, man." Seth added, "He's in the shower still." Amrose bounced his eyebrows a bit and began slinking towards the ropes, a giddy grin crossing his face as Seth merely sighed and facepalmed. He had almost hopped out of the ring when Seth called him. "Dean." He turned on the apron and slipped back into the ring grumbling and staggering as only he could.
Sheamus's musc hit the arena and he stepped into the ring. "Ah was told ya needed a third?" he asked the usos. Jimmy and Jey looked at each other and said an awkward, "Uh-". Snce Sheamus had just finished cursing in Gaelic at the toaster oven backstage, his accent was a bit thicker than usual, and Third sounded like Turd. "Why would we-" The usos began. Ambrose stepped up, interjecting "Third." overenunciated. The usos widened their eyes in dramatized enlightenment as the rest of the sentence fell into place. "Tanks for tha." Sheamus geatured to Ambrose.
"You're welcome!" Ambrose said with a sweeping Sandowese gesture, then seemed to acknowledge the closeness to sandow's character. He held the mike away from his mouth and began singing the hallelujah chorus and pacing stiffly. Seth sighed and pulled Amrose back net to him.
"So where's-" Sheamus started to ask, but they were interrupted by the sound of a bicycle bell. Purple smoke filled the arena, a more stinky and fleeting smoke than the Undertaker's, and Heyman entered the arena to purple lighting and somber music, carrying an urn filled with brass thumbtacks. He nodded quickly, making his jowls flap a bit.
"One of the good things," he spoke as he opened the lid of the clear plastic urn he carried. "About being the advocate of a man such as Brock Lesnar," He shook out the tacks as he spoke. "Is that everywhere he goes, My client makes a statement." he gestured up to the heavens, but when people started looking up at the ceiling, he said a loud ahem to draw their attention, then pointed directly up at the top of the titantron. There stood an angry Brock Lesnar, holding an unconscious Reigns by the hair. He lifted Reigns to his shoulders as The Usos dropped to their knees in shock.
Ambrose stood stiffly still, chanting, "Nonononononononono" and Rollins tried to tug Ambrose along, hoping they could catch him in Lesnar dropped him, but they had no such luck.
Sheamus saw Lesnar, and then reigns, and within seconds it was clear the reason for this attack. Lesnar spun Reigns off his shoulder, who began the long fall to the steel stage. Sheamus was out of the ring in an instant, standing on the tack-covered stage, hoping to catch reigns. The usos followed suit a few moments later, and Reigns hit Sheamus with such impact he lost his footing and fell back-first into the tacks on the stage, which promptly caved in all the way to the floor, providing two instances for the tacks to pierce his skin. The crowd gave a sympathetic wince as Sheamus hugged Reigns tightly and tried to breathe through the pain. Sheamus shielded reigns with his own arms and legs, so there was not a tack on Reigns, but several on himself. Sheamus stood, with great difficulty, and carried Reigns to the medics. The tacks stung with every step, but he powered through.
It took Rollins several minutes to coax Ambrose to the back, after he eventually decided to carry him back. Ambrose was a distraught mess, thinking about how the drop could have seriously hurt Reigns.
The first thing the medics in the back did was remove the tacks from Sheamus's back, checking them to make sure they weren't dipped in anything. Then they used some smelling salts to awaken a still-unconscious Reigns from his slumber. He had been knocked unconscious before any of this happened, but was completely fine physically.
Sheamus, on the other hand, was not so lucky. Reign's elbow had collided oddly with his liver, causing him to slowly turn a pale yellow as Jaundice set in. The medics immediately put him on the transplant list, hoping that there would be a donor available soon.