Sheamus got back from his match and found a note on his locker room door to go to COO Triple H's office. He sighed heavily, ready to leave but complied with the note's request. As he walked into the office he was shocked to see COO Triple H, his wife, Stephanie, and Marie.
Marie sat on the floor, face in her hands, laughing. "I can't believe you remember that story. God, Steph, forget something every now and then."
Stephanie shoved the girls shoulder, making her tilt to the right. Marie pulled her hands down seeing Sheamus standing in front of them.
"Hey, I see you got my note." Marie stood up, turning to Stephanie. "We'll continue this when you're not in a mood to remind me of my unkind moments."
"So, never?" Stephanie replied. Marie laughed, bending down to give her friend a hug. She waved at Hunter and exited, Sheamus followed behind her.
"How many more surprises do you have?" Sheamus questioned as the two walked out of the arena.
She just smiled, shrugging her shoulders in response. They wasted no time getting what they needed and leaving. Sheamus would have to be back to catch the bus to the next venue, but was more than willing to take a detour to Marie's hotel room first.
A few hours later, Sheamus opened his eyes and looked at the clock. They would be finished packing up the arena soon and if he didn't leave now, the bus would very well leave without him. He got out of the bed and began getting dressed.
He looked around the hotel room; the couple had only been here a couple hours but you wouldn't have been able to tell. The two had practically destroyed the bed, before ordering close to everything on the room service menu and consuming all of it, in the hopes of having another sexual fling before having to part ways for the night. The massive quantities of food however, had proven too much and they had both fallen asleep if only for a short while.
Sheamus looked down at the bed; Marie laid there, fast asleep. He picked up the comforter from the floor and draped it over her naked body. She opened her eyes looking up at him wearily.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?" She reached up grabbing his arm, trying to coax him back into the bed with her.
"I have to go." He wanted to stay but didn't have much choice.
She rolled over, pulling the clock toward her. "Uh," she laid her head back on the bed. "I have to go soon too; promised some friends I'd meet them for drinks tonight." She sighed, sitting up in the bed. "Well, I guess I'll just see you in North Carolina."
Sheamus smiled, leaning in and kissing the brunette before grabbing his stuff and leaving.
Marie rolled over in the bed, but before drifting back off to sleep remembered she had plans. She got out of the bed and walked into the bathroom, applying what little make-up she considered needed for a night out with the girls.
She frowned slightly into the mirror, barely ever wearing more than clear lip gloss and eyeliner, the additions of simple things such as foundation and eye shadow bewildered her. Exiting out of the bathroom she grabbed inside her bag for new undergarments and searched through the pile of clothes she'd discarded when they had first entered the room, finding her pants. She pulled another top out of her bag and took one quick look in the mirror before putting on her shoes and beginning to walk out.
As she opened the door, she remembered she was forgetting her purse. She rolled her eyes at herself, not bothering to make sure the door shut behind her, knowing she would be on her way in only a moment.
She bent down by the night stand, finding her purse laying where she had left it. The door clicked shut behind her. Marie smiled, picking up her purse, though she was sure she wasn't going to be going anywhere now. "You decide to stay?"
As Marie went to turn around, hoping to see the Celtic Warrior had come back, she caught something to the side of her face. It was hard and cold. She fell back hitting the back of her head on the wall, going face first to the floor. Arms grabbed her from behind, lifting her up to her knees, keeping her arms locked so she couldn't fight back.
Her vision cleared, her cheekbone burning from whatever had just hit her, and the man that stood before her smiled.
"Well, well, well. Looks like you just might be useful after all." The voice laughed, the owner took a step toward her bending down to look her in the eye. "I have a job for you."
"Screw you." She spat, fighting to free her arms. The man in front of her, raised his hand, bringing it down with such force he cracked her lip open.
"That wasn't very nice. Maybe I should tell your brother about your little romp with the Celtic Warrior. How long do you think he'll last? He'll lose that precious title of his and you'll be alone; or you can agree to help me get a little revenge on an adversary of mine."
Marie hung her head. She knew she was beaten.
"That's a good girl. I'll be in touch." The man motioned at his partner to release the girl. He shoved her forward onto all fours and the dominant of the pair, kicked her in the ribs, sending her over onto her back. Marie resisted the urge to cry out. "See you in Carolina."
The two exited the room. After a few moments, Marie lifted herself from the floor, finding her way back in front of the bathroom mirror. It would take more than a little foundation to cover the bruise emerging on her face. She worried about how to explain that one but sent it away as tomorrow's problem.
She checked the door, making sure it was shut and chained before crawling back into bed.