The Barclays Center in Brooklyn, New York was filled with tension and excitement. The Superstars and Divas within prepared themselves for their matches as TLC rolled on.
Kimber made her way down the hall, heels clicking on the cement floor. She kept ever vigilant, hoping to spot Sheamus.
Unfortunately she hadn't been able to see him much since their amazing time together in his hotel room. The week and a half since had been spent hanging out with, first, Layla and then Kofi Kingston for One Week With. . .
The only time she really got a chance to see him was in passing and she found herself missing him more and more every day.
She began to smile as she continued to walk, her steps quickening. As fate would have it, she was getting a chance to interview him before his match against Big Show.
The reporter wanted to laugh at herself. She was practically giddy over the thought of getting to see him again. She was acting like a school girl instead of a young professional.
A young professional who was very much in love.
Her smile softened at that thought. She was so in love with him. With that wonderful, charming, gorgeous man who made her feel safe and secure and. . .
She ducked her head as a blush began to warm her cheeks. He made her feel sexy and desired. And what a wonderful feeling it was!
She rounded a corner, spotting Joel standing a little ways up ahead. He saw her coming and grinned, raising his camera onto his shoulder.
Kimber quickly got into position and picked up her mic, fluffing her waves before Joel raised his hand up, signaling to her that they were about to go live.
She smoothed a hand over the skirt of her emerald green gown and suddenly she felt butterflies in her stomach.
Definitely acting like a silly school girl, she chastised herself.
"Ah'm ready when you are."
She turned around and looked up, unable to keep from beaming. Sheamus was standing behind her, looking down at her with a tender expression.
"Hi." she whispered.
"Hi." he repeated just as softly, earning a giggle from her.
He had been on edge all day, preparing for his match with Big Show. But the second he laid eyes on her all of that seemed to fade away. She was just so beautiful that nothing else at the moment seemed to matter.
"Kimber, you're on." Joel called out to her softly, getting her attention.
The reporter cleared her throat, instantly getting down to business, "Sheamus, what are your thoughts as, in mere moments, you get ready to go into your match with the Big Show?"
"My thoughts?" the Irishman repeated, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, "Lass, my thoughts about the Big Show and our match can' be aired on a PG show."
Kimber grinned at that, gently pressing, "Can you try and keep it clean?"
"Ah'll try." he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, "The truth is, Ah'm ready to go out there, face the Big Show and get my title back."
"What about the fact that he'll have a steel chair?" the reporter questioned, obviously worried even if he wasn't, "Or that you will, too, for that matter?"
Sheamus inhaled, growing serious, "Ah'm prepared to do whatever Ah need to, to become World Heavyweight Champion again. If that means endin' the Big Show's career, then so be it. He better be prepared to do the same thing. Cause Ah promise ya, angel, Ah won' go down without a fight."
Kimber took in his words and her anxiety grew. He might have been willing to put his body and career on the line to recapture his championship title, but she wasn't sure she was willing to see it.
"Thank you, Sheamus." she stated, heartfelt, "And good luck to you tonight."
The Irishman slowly began to grin, the wheels in his mind turning. This was either going to put a cap on his winning back his title, be a damned great consolation prize should he lose or be a complete embarrassment to him should she say no.
He just prayed she was willing to be brave with him.
"Ya know, Kember," he stated, causing her to look back up at him, "Ah'm just about ready to go out there and take on the Big Show. But Ah realize there's somethin' missin'. Something Ah need you to help me out wit'."
"What's that?" the reporter asked with a confused smile.
"A good luck kiss from me girl." he told her, eyes twinkling with mischief, "What do ya say, angel?"
Out in the arena they could hear the sounds of the fans cheering her on and a chant of "Yes! Yes! Yes!" rose up.
Kimber looked up at him, a blush warming her cheeks. She began to laugh nervously. She couldn't believe he would actually. . .
She looked around, noticing that the Superstars, Diva and crew present were grinning at her, some of them egging her on.
"Don't leave him hanging!" Zack Ryder called out.
"Come on, Kimber!" Layla cheered on her friend, "Go for it!"
"The guy needs some good luck!" Joel got in on the act.
Kimber turned back to the redheaded man and grinned. He was too much.
"Come on, angel." Sheamus stepped up to her and placed a hand on her waist, "Don' send me out there without a kiss for good luck."
She turned and slowly placed the microphone on a nearby equipment case. As she turned back to him he drew her closer, both hands now grasping her waist.
Her smile faded away as her arms eased up his chest. His grip tightened around her and he picked her up, bringing her closer to him.
"Good luck." she murmured seconds before her lips met his in a passionate embrace.
Out in the arena the crowd went nuts, their cheering growing. Backstage the small audience began to applaud as Sheamus ravaged her mouth.
All too soon the kiss was over and he reluctantly placed her back on her feet. She took a few steps back and opened her eyes, embarrassed but also very happy.
"Now that's the one to go on." he winked, brushing his fingertips against her cheek before turning and making his way towards the ring.
Kimber watched after him, fingers going to her lips. It was funny, but she could still feel him there.
"And we're clear." Joel announced with a chuckle as he sat his camera down.
Layla hurried over to her and sighed, "Wow, that was hot! What a send off!"
The women walked over to one of the monitors and watched on as the match got ready to start. It was only then that Kimber seemed to come back to reality and her fear returned full force.
"Are you sure you want to see this?" the Diva questioned her and Kimber nodded.
"I need to." she stated, eyes on the screen.
Layla reached over and took her hand, giving it a squeeze, "Everything will be all right."
Kimber returned the squeeze, praying that she was right.
The arena began to erupt as Sheamus' theme music suddenly hit. The Irishman made his way out into the stadium, at once all business.
He beat his fist against his chest three times before taking off his Celtic cross and surging towards the ring.
He climbed the steps and paused, looking out at the crowd, taking in their cheers, their energy.
He slipped between the rope and went over to the far side, beating his hand against his chest and throwing his arms out to the crowd. They cheered in response.
Sheamus walked over to the other side and did it again, the yelling from the crowd seemingly growing.
On the Titan Tron they replayed the events from Survivor Series. How Sheamus was winning against Del Rio until Del Rio pulled the ref in front of him to take the Brogue Kick. How Big Show had come down to the ring and knocked Sheamus out, allowing Del Rio to steal the victory. And how Sheamus has beat the Big Show countless times with the steel chair.
Sheamus watched it all, but there was no joy to be had. The truth was, he was still pissed over what Show had done, costing him his match against Del Rio. He was still pissed over everything that had transpired thereafter, including his attack on both himself and Kimber at the club and how he had gotten one over on him at the No Contact contract signing.
But that was all about to change. Everything had led up to this moment and he would get his title back.
Or kill them both trying.
Big Show's music hit and the crowd instantly began to boo. Sheamus' eyes narrowed as he watched the massive wrestler emerge from behind the curtain and make his way to ringside. He noted that Show's usual cocky smile was no where in place. He looked just as serious, just as determined, as the Irishman standing in the ring.
Big Show climbed into the ring and the pair glared at one another. Big Show turned away, taking his belt off of his shoulder and holding it above his head for the crowd before going to stand in his own corner.
Sheamus' name was announced and the fans cheered, some of them chanting his name. He blocked it all out, though, solely focused on the monster standing across from him.
Backstage Kimber stared intently at the monitor, watching the man she was so in love with. She brought her clasped hands to her mouth and gave a silent prayer for him to stay safe.
Her heart was racing, her trepidation at a record high. She could just imagine what Sheamus was feeling at that moment.
Back in the ring Sheamus loosened up, preparing himself mentally for what was to come. It was kind of ironic, though. How did someone prepare themselves to beaten with a steel chair?
He would have been lying if he said he wasn't nervous. But he didn't let the nerves overtake him. He was too intent on winning, too driven to get his title back. He knew, above everything else, that Show would have to put him down permanently to get him to quit.
Big Show's name was announced and the large man took a step out of his corner, gaze locked with Sheamus'. He raised his belt high in the air as if to say, 'This is mine. This is going to stay mine.'
He reluctantly handed the title over to the ref, who raised it above his head as the crowd cheered. He handed the belt off to Lillian Garcia down on the floor and called for the bell to be rung.
Before it could finish echoing over the arena, the Celtic Warrior launched himself across the ring and at his opponent. He began to hammer the Big Show with fists to his gut and back, driving the other man back against the ropes.
The massive wrestler managed to grab a hold of the Irishman's head and he head butted him, causing him to stagger back in a corner. The champion tried to slam his big body on to the other man's, but Sheamus ducked out of the way at the last second and it was now Show in the corner.
Sheamus spun around and sent a few kicks into his gut. He climbed the ropes and started to plow the Big Show with blow after blow to his head.
The crowd began to count along, "One! Two! Three! Four!"
Suddenly Big Show shoved the smaller man away, Sheamus hitting the canvas. He rolled across the ring and popped right back up, though, once again going after his opponent. He went down low, kicking Show's knee out from under him.
As the massive wrestler hit the canvas the Celtic Warrior got to his feet and came behind the other man, hand gripping his chin. He began to beat his fist against Show's chest mercilessly. One! Two! Three! Four!
He tried to go for a fifth shot when the champion managed to grab a hold of his arm and flip him over his shoulder. Sheamus hit the mat with a thud but he rolled away and got to his feet again.
Big Show did, as well, and the two men went charging at one another. Sheamus once again went low, again taking out the other man's leg and causing him to go to the ground. He climbed to his feet and turned around, going back for him. Bellowing, he drove his fist into his back. As Show rolled to the ropes Sheamus grabbed a hold of the top one and planted his knee into the champion's shoulder and face. He did it again. And again.
He sent him a kick as Show got to his hands and knees. Sheamus then grabbed the back of his neck, meaning to put him down again.
Unfortunately Big Show managed to take hold of him and yank him out of the ring.
Kimber let out a gasp as she watched the Celtic Warrior fall onto the mat below, but lucking he landed on his feet. She watched him staggered over to the barricade, trying to collect his bearings.
Sheamus walked over the ring with purpose and he leaned down, pulling out a steel chair. The crowd noticed and began to cheer wildly while Kimber cringed. The match had now truly began.
Chair in hand, the Irishman made his way back onto the apron and started to climb into the ring. Big Show noticed what was in his hand, though, and quickly kicked the chair away, causing it to land on the outside.
Sheamus looked after it for a moment but quickly got his head back into the game. He started to kick the large man about his shoulder and head.
Going to his knees, he punched Big Show in the face a few times. With each shot he saw images flash in his head.
Punch! Big Show knocking out William Regal.
Punch! Big Show shoving Kimber to the ground.
Punch! Big Show tipping the table onto him before signing the contract a week and a half ago.
Show managed to fight through the shots and shoved the redheaded man away. As Sheamus hit the mat the champion quickly slid out of the ring.
He walked around the side of the ring, trying to get his bearings. He couldn't believe that pasty ginger snap was getting the best of him. Him! The World's Largest Athlete! The World Heavyweight Champion!
Sheamus jumped to the outside, picking up the chair on his way. Gripping it tightly in his hands he rounded the ring and made a beeline for the champion.
He raised it out in front of him, ready to clobber the Big Show. But just as he was about to approach Show turned around and sent a vicious kick, hitting the chair and knocking it into the Irishman. He hit the ground with a groan.
Kimber gasped and turned away, cringing at the shot. Her grip on Layla's hand tightened, the other woman giving her a sympathetic pat on the arm. She took a few deep breaths and willed herself to turn back. She had to. She owed it to Sheamus.
The Celtic Warrior was laid out on the mat, hand over his mouth. The chair had slammed into his face. A metallic taste filled his mouth and he knew he was tasting blood.
And here Ah was hopin' that arse, Show, would be the one to bleed, he thought wirily.
He shoved the chair away and managed to struggle to his side as Big Show lumbered towards him. The enormous man grabbed him by the neck and dragged him up to his feet, pushing him against the barricade. He slammed his open palm against the smaller man's chest, causing fire to erupt over his peck and forcing Sheamus to stagger away in pain.
The crowd collectively groaned as the shot echoed over the arena.
Sheamus lurched along the barricade, hanging over the side and trying to get himself together. He tried to get away when Show turned him around and did it again.
The redheaded man had no time to react as Show grabbed a hold of him and rolled him into the ring. As Sheamus laid out on the canvas, struggling to breath after the two massive hits, Show stalked around the ring in search for a weapon.
He looked under the canvas but couldn't find one. He turned around and began to go back the way he came when he discovered that Sheamus was back on his feet.
The Irishman had climbed out onto the apron and suddenly launched himself at the champion, slamming his shoulder into Big Show's chest with a mighty yell.
Both champion and challenger hit the ground, Show momentarily laying stunned on the floor. Sheamus felt his temper starting to rise and he locked onto it, embracing it. He went over to the other man and began to hammer him with blows. Soon both men were back on their feet and Sheamus buried his fist into Big Show's back.
He hit him in the face but Show managed to shake the blow off and return a hook of his own, planting it into Sheamus' gut.
The Celtic Warrior grunted, pain shooting up over his ribs. Show coupled the shot with a head butt, causing the smaller man to stagger back towards the ring. He went down to his knees in front of it, struggling to breath through the pain and try to get back to his feet.
He was just starting to rise when Show grabbed him by the back of the head and threw him back into the ring. Sheamus rolled across the canvas, eventually staggering to his feet and ending up in the corner.
The champion advanced on him but as he drew closer Sheamus, arms braced on the top ropes, jumped up and kicked Show in the gut with both feet. He tottered back and Sheamus came out of the corner. Bellowing, he kicked the massive man in the abdomen again. He followed it up with a couple of rib punches, driving the larger man back into the ropes.
Sheamus took hold of his arm and tried to whip him across the ring. But Show stopped his momentum and turned around, yanking the other man to him and giving him a vicious clothesline. Sheamus hit the ground with a thud, the Irishman dazed and staring up at the lights of the arena.
Show looked out over the crowd, soaking in the boos they bestowed on him. He smirked at their reactions, clearly unaffected.
Kimber released Layla's hand, only to wrap her arms around herself.
"Oh no!" she cried out in alarm as the camera closed in on the Celtic Warrior. She could see blood in his mouth.
Layla slipped an arm around her and leaned against her, murmuring, "It's all right. He'll be okay. This is Sheamus. He's the strongest, the toughest man I know. He'll be all right."
Kimber couldn't answer her. She could only stare at the screen in fear.
Big Show grabbed the Irishman by the head and dragged him to his feet. He gave him another head butt and Sheamus once again hit the canvas. Show added insult to injury by stepping on him and walking across. The Irishman let out a yell, his hands going around his middle.
Pain burned in his abdomen, making it difficult for him to breath. Sheamus struggled through it, trying to regain his composure.
Show climbed out of the ring, going to a chair. He wasn't unable to go far as Sheamus swayed to his feet and took off across the ring, doing a baseball slide and kicking the man square in the chest.
As Big Show hit the ground Sheamus took a few seconds to get his bearings. Just as the champion climbed to his feet the Irishman got out of the ring and drove his knee into Show's torso.
He went around to the side of the ring and began to search under it. He came across a lone chair and took hold of it, turning around and advancing back on the Big Show.
Now it was time to get some revenge.
Show saw he was coming and he quickly turned, darting back around the ring. The Irishman took off in hot pursuit, just itching to beat the larger man senseless.
The champion slipped back into the ring but unfortunately for him so did the Irishman. He turned around too late as Sheamus tool the steel chair and rammed it into Show's gut. The larger man cried out, grabbing at the now injured area. Sheamus raised the chair high above his head and drove it down hard across the larger man's back with a roar.
Show went to his hands and knees, dazed by the shots. That seemed to be a big mistake as Sheamus raised it and sent it crashing down again across Show's back.
The champion staggered to his feet and tried to get away. To put as much distance between himself and the irate Irishman as possible. But Sheamus was right there, bellowing and slamming the unrelenting metal against his wide chest.
That shot caused the largest athlete to topple against the ropes. As he came back Sheamus dropped the chair and scooped him up before planting him onto the mat.
He followed after him and went for the pin. One! Two!
Miraculously the Big Show managed to kick out.
Backstage Kimber continued to watch the violence, heart in her throat. As the camera zoomed in on Sheamus her eyes instantly locked on the slash of red in his mouth. She watched as he wiped it away, seemingly undeterred by the sight of it.
He took a few moments to catch his breath and climbed to his feet, once again reaching for the chair. Yelling, he brought it down again to the sounds of the fans' cheers.
Keeping hold of it, he went to the outside and began to climb the ropes. He held it tightly and as the Big Show came to his feet he launched himself off of the top rope and drove both the chair and his shoulder into the champion's torso.
Kimber flinched at that. She remembered how Sheamus had said he'd be willing to do anything to take his title back. She had know that that had meant sacrificing his own body. But there had been a part of her that hoped he would stop short of that. Evidently it had been a foolish hope.
Back in the ring the Celtic Warrior kept a hold of the chair and looked out at the crowd. He was breathing heavily, blood staining his teeth and clearly loving every minute of it. He climbed to his feet with wickedness in his eyes and again went for the top rope.
As Show got to his feet and lumbered over Sheamus launched himself once more. Unfortunately the massive wrestler met him in midair, spearing him and driving the unyielding metal into his own body and face.
The Irishman hit the canvas with brutal force, rolling towards the ropes. Eventually he found himself at the edge of the ring and, dazed, hung over the side until he ended up out on the floor.
Kimber shut her eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay. She wanted to make them stop. She wanted to go charging down there and order them to stop all of this. The helplessness she felt was actually painful.
She opened her eyes, blinking back tears. This must have been what he felt like. God, to have to deal with that. . .
Her eyes widened with horror as Big Show rolled out of the ring, the chair now in his hands. She could only shake her head as he rounded the corner and approached the Irishman, who was sitting on the ground.
He got to his hands and knees and without hesitation the champion brought the chair down hard across his back.
Fire erupted from the injured area and Sheamus rolled onto his back, cringing and crying out soundlessly. It had actually knocked the air from his lungs. The fight wouldn't leave him, though. Whether it was sheer will or instinct, he came back to his hands and knees.
Big Show nailed him again with the ferocious chair and Sheamus once again found himself down on the ground.
Amazingly, he managed to get to his knees, crawling over to the steel steps. The enormous wrestler tossed the chair into the ring and went after him. He slapped his open palm across Sheamus heart, the sound echoing over the arena. The Irishman gasped and turned away, once again fighting to catch his breath.
Big Show grabbed him by the hair and tossed him back into the ring. Sheamus rolled onto his stomach, his hand reaching out for something, anything. It finally closed around the cool metal surface of the chair and he took hold of it, gripping onto it as though it were a lifeline.
He got to his knees, meaning to use it, but Big Show came back into the ring and stepped on it, halting his movement. The champion kicked the Celtic Warrior, knocking him to the canvas. He picked up the chair in his meaty hands and stalked towards him, circling him.
"Come on, get up, fella!" Big Show mocked him.
Sheamus felt his temper begin to flare. and though his body was screaming in protest his mind wouldn't let him quit. He climbed to his knees, the fight still raging through him.
Big Show hit him again with the chair. Sheamus cried out, once again going to his back on the mat. The pain was unbearable, his body on fire. His vision even started to go hazy in the corners of his eyes.
He wouldn't allow himself to give up, though. He had to dig down deep, deeper than he ever had before, but he did. He fought through the pain, through the darkness, that threatened to consume him.
As Show approached he came up to his knees, having to hold onto the other man's leg for support, but he did it.
He looked up at the big man, taking in his merciless expression and he exploded. Shouting, he punched him in the abdomen. Show went back a step and Sheamus did it again. Regrettably he didn't get any farther than that, as the champion drove his knee into his face, causing him to fall to the mat.
The former champion rolled away, coming to the ropes. He got to his knees and hung across the middle one, trying to regain some semblance of his strength. Show came up behind him and grabbed the back of his neck, shoving him against the rope and cutting off his air supply.
Kimber had to turn away. She didn't know if she could watch this anymore. Layla noticed her distress and hugged her, telling her over and over again that everything would be all right.
But as the Diva looked at the monitor even she wasn't all that convinced.
Show released the Irishman's neck and grabbed him by the hair, dragging him to his feet. He gave him another brutal head butt and Sheamus fell to the mat. He once again grabbed a hold of him and sent him flying into the far corner. Stunned, the Irishman hung on the ropes, all but out of it.
With a roar Big Show went charging at him, clotheslining him against the post. As he stepped back Sheamus fell face first onto the mat.
The crowd began to chant him name, screaming for him to get up.
The World Heavyweight Champion walked across the ring, kicking the chair out of the way. He started to go over the top rope when the Irishman climbed to his feet and raced towards him, hitting the ropes.
The wires, though wrapped in heavy tape, were still hurtful and the full force of one slammed into Show's groin. He gasped in pain and both he and the Celtic Warrior ended up on the canvas.
The fans began to once again chant the Irishman's name, clapping in rhythm. Sheamus could hear them, their chants breaking through the fog in his brain and bringing him back.
He rolled onto his side, once again fighting through the pain that coursed through his body. He somehow managed to get to his knees and he shuffled over to the Big Show. He grabbed a hold of the larger man and nailed him in the face with a fist. Show tilted, but came back with a blow of his own to Sheamus' gut. The challenger answered him with another blow and Show returned the shot. They continued to trade punches, each one harder and more devastating than the one before.
Kimber had somehow managed to find the strength to watch. Clasped hands pressed against her mouth, she found she could only stare in stunned silence. She couldn't believe either one of them had anything left after all the punishment they had both taken. It was incredible.
They got to their feet and Sheamus began to drive the Big Show back with punch after punch. He managed to bull the other man into a corner and hammer him with a couple more blows before he drove his shoulder into his gut. Show tried to stagger away but, yelling, Sheamus came back again.
The Celtic Warrior came off the ropes and delivered another knee to Show's jaw. The champion straightened and now he was the one whose eyes looked glassy. Sheamus followed it up with a couple of kicks and another knee. He bounced off the ropes and went at the other man, ducking as Show tried to punch him. He came back but Show was waiting, wrapping his large hand around the smaller man's throat.
He lifted him up and slammed him to the mat with a devastating chokeslam. He quickly followed it up with a pin. One! Two!
Somehow Sheamus found the strength to kick out before the count of three. The fans began to scream at that, chanting his name.
Both men collapsed on the canvas, each trying to find their fiftieth wind. Neither could believe that the other still had so much fight left in him.
Frustrated, the World Heavyweight Champion slide out of the ring and began searching under the apron, finally pulling out a chair. He slid it into the ring.
But not being content there, he grabbed another, also tossing it in. He stood and began to make his way to the other side, throwing in a third. And then a forth. As he did that Sheamus began to crawl towards one, large hand reaching out to take hold.
Big Show climbed onto the apron and stepped over the top rope. He noticed Sheamus had a hold of a chair and as he approached he kicked at the Irishman's shoulder, causing him to relinquish it and roll away.
Show picked one up and slammed it onto the other man's back, causing him to cry out in pain. He tossed it onto Sheamus' chest and began to climb the ropes above him.
"Oh God." Layla breathed.
Kimber could only shake her head, mutely pleading for Sheamus to get out of the way.
Please, God, she silently begged, Oh please, God. Please, please let him move.
But her prayers went unanswered as Show came down off the second rope, slamming onto Sheamus and sandwiching the steel in between them.
Sheamus couldn't breathe. For a few, heart stopped seconds he honestly thought that was it. That he was done.
But then air came rushing back into his lungs and it was all he could do not to gag. He felt Show roll on top of him and hook his leg. He heard the ref's hand pound against the mat once. Then twice.
Something clicked in his mind and he quickly kicked out, evading the third count.
The fans went nuts.
Sheamus rolled onto his stomach, arms up at his chest as he coughed and struggled to get much needed air back into his lungs.
While he did that Big Show began to carefully and methodically set up two folding chairs, front-to-front. Once that was done he crossed over to the other man, gripping him by the neck.
The champion leaned in close and snarled in his ear, "Time to end this, fella."
That broke through the challenger's fog and he felt his temper come flooding back. He allowed Show to lead him over to the chairs and set him up for another chokeslam. But just before he could do it, Sheamus jumped out of the way and spun the larger man around, setting him up for White Noise.
He picked him up almost effortlessly and slammed him onto the unforgiving metal. As the crowd cheered he crawled over to the massive wrestler and covered him.
One! Two!
Somewhere, from deep inside, Big Show found the strength to kick out before three.
Sheamus laid there beside him in disbelief. He had thought he had it won. He had been so sure. But somehow the other man had managed to avoid the pin. He hated to admit it, but he actually started to feel a grudging respect towards the champion.
Red faced and breathing hard, the Celtic Warrior got to his knees. He rubbed his hands over his face, unsure of what to do now. How much farther could he go? How much farther could he push the Big Show before the other man finally gave up?
The camera zoomed in on him and Kimber's frown deepened. He was flushed, sweating. She could see blood on his bottom lip. His body was covered in bruises and welts. And his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes were filled with unrelenting frustration, determination and anger.
She knew then that he would keep pushing things until one of them couldn't stand anymore. And she just prayed that that someone was the Big Show. Because she really didn't know how much Sheamus had left in him.
The Irishman came to his feet as Big Show crawled over to the ropes. He raked his hands through his hair, gripping it tightly as he tried to get a leash on his temper. Huffing, he turned his attention to the crowd and began to beat his chest.
They knew what was coming and started to chant, "Brogue! Brogue! Brogue!"
Sheamus continued to pound his chest as he tuned back around to face the champion, who had made his way to his feet though he was still leaning against the ropes.
The Irishman launched himself across the ring, boot primed and ready to hit the large man. Unfortunately at the last second Show moved out of the way and Sheamus leg got caught on the top rope. Show planted the WMD onto his jaw, knocking Sheamus to the mat.
Kimber bowed her head and closed her eyes. Two tears escaped, quietly trailing down her cheeks. She promptly wiped them away, not wanting to do that there. She couldn't help it, though. She felt so bad for him. He had fought so hard. And nobody deserved the title more than him. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair.
She heard the ref pound his hand against the mat. One! Two!
Suddenly the crowd began to roar and her eyes flew open. She looked on in disbelief, realizing that Sheamus had managed to kick out.
Hope began to well up in her chest. Could it be possible. . .?
"Let's go Sheamus! Let's go Sheamus!" the crowd began to chant and Kimber, Layla and a few others in the back joined in with them.
Sheamus braced his hands against the mat, struggling to get to his feet. He could hear the fans yelling for him, could feel their chants raining down on him.
Come on, fella, he told himself, No more layin' down on the job. Get yer arse up and finish what you started. Get yer title back. Get up!
Show stared at the other man in aggravation. Something seemed to click in his mind and slid out of the ring. He began to make his way around the ring, looking under the apron for something. Suddenly he grabbed hold of whatever it was, pulling it out.
An audible gasp erupted from the backstage area.
"You've got to be kidding!" Joel yelled.
"Oh my God." Layla gasped.
"No!" Kimber cried out in horror, "Sheamus!"
The Big Show had just pulled out a monster sized steel chair. It had to be as big as Kimber, herself. Limping, the champion walked over to the side of the ring and slid the chair in first. He then followed after it.
With a predator's gaze, he stalked back over to his opponent, who was shakily trying to get to his feet. Show raised the colossal steel chair over his head and slammed it over Sheamus back. The entire arena, as well as those backstage, did a collective gasp as metal met flesh and bone.
Show dropped the chair and quickly went for the cover. One! Two! Three!
The backstage area began to protest angrily. Layla reached out and put an arm around Kimber, giving her a hug.
The reporter watched on in sadness, not hearing Big Show's name announced as the winner. Not noticing as the ref handed him the title. Instead her gaze was locked on the man who was still down. She watched on intently, trying to see any signs of movement.
His chest was going up and down, which was a good sign. She just wished he would move. If only a little bit.
"He'll be all right." Layla tried to tell her.
But Kimber refused to listen. Refused to believe. Not until she saw it with her own eyes.
Eventually Sheamus managed to come to, rolling onto his stomach. His eyes were open and blinking and Kimber released the breath she realized she had been holding.
Concern continued to flow through her, though, as she watched him struggle to get to his knees, needing the ring ropes for support. She watched as he laid his head against the middle one, his features filled with determination and resolve.
As he staggered to his feet they cut to a break and Kimber allowed herself to sag against Layla. She felt emotionally and physically drained, as if she had gone through the match right along with him. Which, in some small way, she supposed she had.
"Let's go." she stated, making her way towards the backstage entrance.
She needed to see him. Needed to make sure he was all right.
By the time the two women got there Sheamus had just entered, being supported by the ref and a trainer.
He didn't see her, though, as the three made their way into a nearby trainer's room. Kimber followed after, taking up position against the wall and watching them work. She wanted to be right by his side, holding him, telling him how much she loved him, but she knew she had to stay back and let the ref and trainer do their jobs.
The trainer looked him over, checking out his vision. He gave the Irishman some warm water to slosh around and get the blood out of his mouth. Sheamus did it before spitting the liquid into a nearby garbage can. After he did that he opened his mouth and allowed the trainer to inspect the damage.
"Doesn't look bad." he informed the wrestler, "I don't think you'll need stitches."
"I bit it when that bleedin' chair hit me face." Sheamus told him, his tone filled with exhaustion.
He glanced over and suddenly paused, realizing that Kimber was in the room. He stared back at her, noting how she stayed out of the way but continued to look on in concern. Their gazes locked and something poignant filled her eyes. He could also see unshed tears. That tore at his heart.
He wanted to go to her and wrap his arms around her and assure her he was all right. But he knew the trainer wouldn't let him without a fight so he stayed where he was.
It wasn't long before his examination was over. The trainer handed him a towel, allowing him to wipe his sweaty face and chest.
He gave him a good-natured pat on the shoulder and grinned, "Just a couple of bruises. You're lucky it wasn't worse."
"Yeah, lucky." the Celtic Warrior murmured, unable to keep the disappointment out of his voice.
He had lost. He had let the championship title slip through his fingers. Again.
Kimber could see his discontent, could hear it in his voice, and she did go to him them. She reached out and placed her hand against his cheek, giving him a loving smile.
"I am so proud of you." she told him, her words adamant and sincere.
He placed his hand over hers and held it there, sighing. He was touched by her sentiment but also clearly worn out.
"Why don't you grab a shower and head back to the hotel." she told him, "I need to stay here and finish out the show, but I'll-"
"Ah'm stayin'." he replied.
"But you're exhausted." the reporter started to protest.
"Kember," Sheamus gave her a look that told her this wasn't up for debate, "Ah'm stayin'."
He rose off the bench with an audible groan, "But Ah will grab that shower."
"All right." Kimber nodded and walked with him as they headed back to his locker room.
Once they reached his door she drew to a stop. She wanted to stay with him for the rest of the night, but she knew she couldn't. She had a job to do. And at that moment, she hated it.
She wanted to be with him.
"I'll see you later." she replied regretfully.
"Yeah." Sheamus nodded, sorry to see her go as much as she was to have to go.
She gave him one last, longing look before turning and walking away. He watched after her for a few moments before slipping into his locker room.
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TLC finally drew to a close and Kimber bid Joel goodnight. She grabbed her bag on the way back to Sheamus' locker room. As she approached the Irishman stepped out, now dressed in jeans, a button down and vest. A cap was pulled low over his eyes. He was wheeling his bag behind him.
She noticed that his movements were slow and careful and her heart clenched. He had been through such a war tonight.
He spotted her and made his way over, a tired smile on his lips. She reached him and paused, clearly wanting to hug him but looking like she was afraid to touch him.
"Don' Ah even get a hug?" he teased her, giving a wink.
Realizing she had been caught, she began to smile, "Sorry. I just. . .I don't want to hurt you."
"Ya won'." he stated as he dropped his back and pulled her close to him, "If anythin', you'll make me feel better."
She came against his chest and gently wrapped her arms around his waist. She laid her head against his chest and sighed, closing her eyes. That felt much better.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Fine." she murmured against him, "Of course I'm not the one who just got beaten up with a chair on steroids."
His laughter erupted over the hallway, the reporter feeling his body shake with it. It made her smile and she pulled back to look up at him. His face was a little bruised up, and he looked exhausted, but he had never looked more handsome to her at that moment.
"Are you okay to drive?" she gently asked.
He stared down at her, annoyed by the question, "Kember, Ah'm all right."
"Sorry." she ducked her head and shrugged, "I was just-"
He took hold of her chin and titled her face up so that she could meet his gaze. He didn't appear angry. Instead, he regarded her tenderly.
"Ya don' have to be worried. Ah promise ya, all Ah need is a good night's sleep." something unknown filled his eyes as he added, "Would ya like to join me?"
"You have me for the entire night." she said gently.
And longer, she silently added, If you want.
He grinned at that and slipped an arm around her. He picked up his bag and together they made their way towards his rental car.
They climbed in and headed out, making good time on their way to the hotel.
As they got to his room he dropped his bag and began to slowly shuffle over to the bed. He sat down with a groan, his entire body feeling like flaming mush.
He reached up and began to take off his cap, wincing at the action. He thought even his hair must've hurt.
He started to go for his vest when he noticed she was standing there before him.
Without a word she reached out and began to undo the buttons.
He followed the movements of her hands before looking up at her with a grin, "What are ya doin' there, angel?"
"Getting you ready for bed." she murmured, a hint of a smile dancing on her lips.
"You keep this up and yer gonna make me think of myself as a right king." he teased.
"I'm okay with that." she replied with feint thoughtfulness.
She finished undoing the vest and carefully helped him out of it. He watched as she turned and painstakingly folded it, slipping it back into his bag.
Kimber came back to him and began to undo the shirt. As she unbuttoned it and parted the material she began to frown, taking note of the many scratches and bruises that now marred his body.
"That's the worst of it." he assured her, voice low.
"I know." she nodded and for a second he was worried she was about to cry.
But she sniffed and held it together, continuing on with her task. Soon his shirt was off and joining his vest in the bag.
She turned back and knelt down, going for his shoes. Sheamus watched her uneasily. Part of him enjoyed the idea of her undressing him. But another part of him, his masculine, macho side, didn't want to appear, or make her think, that he was helpless.
But looking at her now, he knew she didn't think anything like that. He knew she was only doing this because she wanted to care for him. And that made his heart soar, that unknown emotion he felt whenever he was around her rising in his chest.
Once his shoes and socks were off she straightened and held out her hand to him. He took it, his larger one enveloping hers, and he allowed her help him stand.
She reached out, and he took note of how her hands shook ever so slightly. He covered them with his own and waited until she found the courage to look into his eyes before he spoke.
"Why don' you go get changed for bed." he replied gently, "Ah can finish this up."
"No." she shook her head, adamant. She wanted to go on. She needed to continue.
He could see she was resolved and he slowly released her, his hand dropping back to his side.
She unbuttoned the jeans and careful brought down the zipper. She took hold of the waist and eased them down past his hips. She once again went to her knees and continued to bring the denim all the way down.
She made an enticing picture, down there before him. A fleeting thought crossed his mind but he quickly shoved it away with a silent growl. No wasn't the time.
He braced his hands on her shoulders and raised one leg, then the next. Soon he was completely bare, save for his black boxer briefs.
He eased back down on the bed and slid in between the sheets, wincing slightly at the effort to do it.
He watches as she folded the jeans and stuck them in his bag before walking over to her own.
"I'll be right back." she promised as she grabbed something from her bag and went into the bathroom,
He followed her with his eyes, blinking a few times. Now that he was laying in this large, warm, comfortable bed he began to realize how truly tired he was. It was all he could do to keep his eyes open.
Thankfully she reemerged a short time later. He had been worried he was going to go to sleep on her.
He took one look at her and began to grin. She was wearing his t-shirt. The one he had given her to wear the last time they had spent the night together. The little vixen had stolen it.
"Ya stealin' my clothes now, are ya, angel?" he asked with an arched eyebrow.
She grinned, clearly pleased with herself, before reaching over and turning off the lights. He watched as she came around the other side of the bed, sliding in and making her way over to him.
She stopped hesitantly at his side and he knew she was still worried. He quickly quelled those fears, though, as he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her securely against him.
"Ah'm not gonna break." he told her as he laid her head on his chest and pressed a kiss against her silky hair, "In fact, yer the best medicine Ah could have right now."
He felt her smile against his heart and his own grin grew. It wasn't long before the events of the night finally crept up on him and his eyes gradually closed.
Kimber looked up and watched him in the dark. She could feel his breathing growing deep and even and it wasn't long until she was certain he was asleep.
It was only then that she allowed herself to lean over and press a soft kiss to his lips. As she pulled back she looked down at him lovingly and murmured, "I love you, Sheamus."
She settled back down and hugged him closer. Then she, too, joined him in sleep.
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Originally I was going to have Sheamus win his match at TLC. That was because I honestly thought he was going to win it at the actually PPV.
And then TLC came and I watched it and, well, we know how that turned out. (I still think he was robbed, btw). The more I thought about it, the more I decided to stick with the actual events. I thought it'd make for a better story. And, honestly, I think it works out better for what I have planned later on. So, there ya go. Ramblings over. :P