Chapter 2
Thanks for the reviews, folks! This isn't particularly going to go anywhere, but I am enjoying writing it. 'Shearona' forever! :)
I can't remember the exact wording of Shay's 'apology', so I'm going to improvise, ok?
I forgot the usual disclaimers when I started-I only own Sharona. Sadly, Sheamus does not belong to me. I dearly wish he did...
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'What could a guy like me ever really offer?
She's perfect as she can be-why should I even bother?...'
Sheamus marched out to the ring, as his entrance music hit, pounding his chest and bellowing at the top of his lungs, feeling the adrenaline coursing through him.
But he wasn't here to wrestle.
He was here to apologize. In his own special way.
High-fiving a couple of young fans at ringside who were wearing his t-shirt, he climbed in the ring, microphone in hand, patiently waiting for the cheering to die down.
His thoughts turned briefly to Sharona, and her words to him earlier. He knew she hated Johnny-in fact, he was sure that most everybody hated Johnny-which was why she didn't want him to apologize.
He just couldn't figure out why, out of the blue, she'd started talking to him.
Still, that didn't matter right now.
According to an earlier announcement from Eve, Johnny was 'away on business', so he wasn't here tonight.
Thankfully.
'If I can be serious for a minute-I've been sent out here to apologize.' He began, smiling slightly as the fans started to boo. 'Which is funny, 'cause from my retrospect, when an accident happens, ya shouldn't have to apologize fer it. I was simply running down to the ring, and Mister Laurinaitis got in my way-it was an accident!'
He paused, frowning dramatically, then went on: 'O' course, there's people who think I did it on purpose. Well, if that's true, then it was accidentally on purpose!'
Some of the fans started to laugh, and Sheamus himself suppressed a grin.
He was going to enjoy this.
'So, here goes my apology.' He said, with an exaggerated sigh.
'I would like to apologize...'
He stopped, pulling a face, and eyed the crowd, a lot of them laughing aloud, as if sensing the direction this was going to take.
'I would like to apologize...'
Again, he stopped, huffing out a breath, shaking his head, as if the words were too hard for him.
'I would like to apologize...'
He grinned broadly, as he finally concluded, 'For John Laurinaitis being a massive arse!'
The crowd erupted into cheers, as Sheamus began to laugh. Well, there was no going back now.
'And while we're talkin' about Johnny's arse,' he continued. 'If ya look hard enough, you'll find his two assistants, Eve and David Otunga, so far up there, they could probably tell ya what he had fer breakfast!'
The fans were cheering even louder now, most of them in throes of laughter, as he finished, 'And to everyone else who kisses Johnny's arse, I'd like to apologize fer them as well!'
As he threw the mic down and left the ring, he basked in the crowd's cheers and laughter, still smiling.
When Johnny came back, let him do his worst-he might even get a Brogue Kick for his trouble.
As soon as he got backstage, he was greeted by John Cena, who slapped him on the shoulder, grinning from ear to ear.
'Way to go, man.' He enthused. 'Wish I'd thought of saying that.'
But Sheamus wasn't really paying attention. Over John's shoulder, he could see Sharona in the near distance, talking on her cellphone, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed.
Had the lass even seen what he'd done, after all her talk of support?
Ah, cop yerself on, fella, he thought harshly. Just because she encouraged ya, that doesn't mean anything. She's got her own stuff to worry about.
John followed the direction of Sheamus' gaze, then turned to him, eyebrow cocked. He looked amused.
'Am I interrupting something?' He teased. 'Think you're about to start drooling there...fella.'
Sheamus could feel his face burning hot, and knew his complexion was now a very unappealing shade of crimson.
Could he make it any more obvious?
'Feck off, fella.' He growled. 'I wasn't lookin' at Sharona, I was just-'
'Uh-huh.' John interrupted, grinning now 'Your face tells a whole different story, man.'
He gave Sheamus another clap on the shoulder and left, the Irishman glowering after him.
Well done, lad, he berated himself. Why not let the whole world know ya fancy Sharona?
'Sheamus!'
He whirled around at the sound of the familiar female voice, trying to will himself to stop blushing. Sadly, it didn't seem to be working.
Sharona was grinning as she approached him. If she noticed he was blushing, she was doing a commendable job of pretending she didn't.
'Now that,' she announced, in her distinct New York accent. 'Was an apology!'
Sheamus smiled shyly. She had seen it.
He'd always felt shy around pretty lasses. Mainly because he'd never believed he stood a chance with any of them.
He could have his choice of girls now-but only because of what he did, what he'd achieved. They weren't interested in him as a person.
'I'm glad ya approve, lass.' He replied quietly, his smile widening when Sharona burst out laughing, chocolate-brown eyes twinkling, and he felt a tug in his gut.
Yeah-he definitely fancied her.
But he was sure he wasn't the first fella around here to fancy Sharona-and he doubted he'd be the last, either.
'Approve?' She repeated incredulously. 'Dude, that was one of the funniest things I have ever seen! It was all true, granted, but I digress. I just got off the phone with Punk-he hasn't stopped laughing since he saw it! Hell, neither have I!'
Gaining a little confidence now, Sheamus replied, 'Well, if I can make a pretty girl laugh, then I'm happy, lass.'
And now, Sharona could feel herself blush. She had heard more profound words from men in the past, but coming from this man, with that Irish drawl...it made her feel all gooey inside.
Funny, because Sharona Vincenzi didn't normally do gooey.
Not by a long shot.
But she didn't date wrestlers anymore. Not since Kane. That had ended so disastrously, it had put her off having a relationship with someone she worked with, ever again.
It was a shame, though. He was a hell of an attractive guy, Sheamus. Sexy accent, too.
'Charmer.' She quipped, then departed, leaving Sheamus to gaze at her retreating back once again, while wondering if he had any chance at all, of getting to know her better.
At least...
COMING UP: Last chapter. Vince McMahon returns to WWE to give Laurinaitis a 'performance evaluation'-and Sheamus and Sharona both have choice words for the Executive VP Of Talent Relations.
I know that Sheamus faced Jack Swagger on that episode of SmackDown, but I wanted to concentrate on 'Shearona' 's story, rather than the action. Hope that's ok. Please R&R! Ellen.