"what's the craic, fella? What's wrong?" Sheamus asked, worried that Heyman had struck already.
Punk looked at Sheamus with a look of confusion and defiance. "Nothing Is wrong, Heyman's… I just need to think, but I'm scared to go outside to do it."
Sheamus looked at punk and crossed his arms. "Alright, Fella, I'll Help ya On one condition."
"What's that, Goldilocks?" Punk quipped, remembering Sheamus's blond pubic hair.
"Ya stop wit all these nicknames ya keep tinkin' up. Either ya call me Sheamus or ya call me fella." Sheamus said with determination
Punk resigned immediately. "OK. Fine. Let's go, Blue, I mean fella." Punk corrected himself quickly.
Sheamus stopped him in the doorway," I was serious about me conditions fella." He stepped closer and gave punk a look that made him feel like his heart was being sawed in half." It hurts me when ya insist on pickin at me pale skin and red hair. I had enough of that, fella. Either ya stop now or ya go out on your own." Sheamus looked at punk with sad eyes and a stare that made him feel guilt.
Punk swallowed forcefully and whispered an apology. They headed out of the arena together.
Sheamus decided to show punk his secret hiding spot. He set up some stay milk crates like stairs. He led punk wordlessly up to the roof. They lay side by side as Punk looked up at the night sky and thought about his life He knew Heyman was planning to do something to him, punk just did not know why. He thought about how Paul had hired the Shield to take out Ryback behind his back. It made him feel weak and needy.
Sheamus was of course listening to his thoughts and even gave him a clear one of own. If Heyman has a plan so should I.
Punk sat up abruptly and asked Sheamus to help him back down.
As Punk and Sheamus were headed back around to the entrance, Three figures lurked into a semi circle around them using the arena wall to block them in It was Phase one of Heyman's plan, and Sheamus knew just what to do.
