Ellen and Misty came into the room about an hour after Ellen had fucked, and been fucked by, Sheamus. Both women were smiling. "Whuh?" he said expecting something nice.

"We have a surprise for you," said Misty. "You're going to get up, stretch and take a shower."

"Don't be fucking with me," he eyed them hoping to God they were telling the truth. He wanted to stretch so bad he was aching. He kept thinking about blood clots. And he wanted in that shower worse than anything.

"We aren't fucking with you," Ellen said smiling at him. "But we aren't changing our plans." Her face hardened. He noticed each woman had what appeared to be a gun. Upon closer examination, he realized they were Tasers. He stared at the devices wondering how it would feel and could he get away. Ellen picked up on his pondering. "These could stop an elephant," she said matter-of-factly. His gaze fell.

Misty unfastened the ankle restraints as Ellen stood guard with her Taser. He was already bend his knees and stretching.

"Okay, this is where things get tricky," Ellen told him. "Misty is going to free your arms. But I swear to God I will Tase the fuck out of you if you grab her." Misty carefully unfastened one side. "Keep your arm down," Ellen said with authority. Misty unfastened the other side and darted clear of the bed. She quickly grabbed her own stun gun and stood in the corner of the room ready to shoot. Ellen stood in the doorframe also ready. Both of them were extremely jumpy and he was somewhat worried.

Sheamus sat up, the muscles in his back stretching; his skin became filled with sensation as fresh air touched his back for the first time in 2 days. He stretched his arms above his head, his vertebrae popping. "Ugh," Misty said from the corner of the room. Ellen shot her a look. "What? It bothers me," Misty whined. She turned her attention back to the powerful man on the bed. He put his legs over the side of the bed and sat there for a bit just moving different parts of his body. Finally he stood up. There was an audible sudden shuffle as both women jumped ready to shoot.

"Holy fuck," said Ellen as he stood up straight. She was staring up at him thinking he looked much taller than he had at the pub. She was visibly scared but tried to keep a look of confidence on her face. She looked to see Misty had lowered her stun gun. "Misty! Wake up!" Misty leveled her gun again.

"Whuh? T'is ain't t'e first time you've seen me," Sheamus said to her smiling his smartass in-ring smile. He felt like himself for a moment except the competition was two girls who each weighed half as much as him. He looked over at the couch. His title belt was still there. He half-smiled. It was a comfort somehow.

"Okay the bathroom is right there," Ellen pointed to the corner opposite Misty. No wonder he'd not seen it. It was against the same wall as the bed and he hadn't craned his neck that far. "Everything is in there," Ellen continued, "Body wash, shampoo, the stuff out of your bag." She pointed for him to go in. He went into the bathroom very slowly afraid of setting one of these women off accidentally. He went to close the door when Ellen shouted, "No! You don't shut it."

Sheamus looked back at her irritated. "Well, listen love, unless you two want to record my every bodily function, you'll not mind me shutting t'e damn door." He slammed it shut without waiting for an answer. Ellen looked at Misty and shrugged. It occurred to her the man did need some privacy.

Inside, he saw the expensive tiled floor, the open shower with multiple jets, granite was everywhere. As he sat down to tend to business, he chuckled at how damn smart these girls were. The bathroom was stripped of anything and everything that could be used as a weapon. The towel racks were gone, he assumed the vanity was completely empty and even the toilet tank lid had been removed. And of course, there was no window.

After a hot shower, brushing his teeth and applying deodorant, he picked up a pair of fresh boxer-briefs, the only thing they had left for him. He opened the door and both girls jumped, stun guns leveled. "Fuck, I'm not looking to get shot." He sat down on the leather couch and ran his index finger across the nameplate of his title belt. Staring at the belt, he said, "Ya know I live for t'is?" He looked to Ellen, "Tell me I'll be wearin' it again, in t'e ring, in front of t'ousands." His look was sincere and she knew he was pondering his fate.

"You will," Ellen said. "You just have to cooperate with us till Friday then you can fly home, relax and make it for Monday Night Raw." He noticed his cell phone charging nearby. "You have to make some calls now." He nodded at Ellen in defeat. He made his calls and excuses as to where he was. Then his phone was taken away. He wondered if he'd just signed his own death certificate.