A few minutes after the show started, someone sat down in the empty chair beside Lisa. She glanced over, and there was CM Punk. He was dressed in a hoodie and jeans, with his hair slicked back. He glanced at her, smiled, and looked to the ring. Lisa said, "AJ said I should say hi if you ended up here."
Punk looked back at her and smiled a genuine smile. "Phil," as he shook her hand. "AJ's husband."
"I'm Lisa," she replied, as she shook his tattooed hand. "I'm here with Sheamus.
"Good ol' Sheam-o! So he finally did it! He's good shit, Lisa, you're a lucky girl."
"I feel pretty lucky, thanks for saying so!"
The exchanged a few more words and then the show began. It was incredibly intense from the front row. The noise was spectacular, the crowd was insane, and the pyro was incredible. The first few matches were smaller, more fun. Hornswoggle and El Torito had a great match, the kids in the crowd loved it. The held up signs and screamed happily. The Divas match was a lot of fun as well. AJ fought Paige, a taller, pale, raven-haired Brit. She was gorgeous, and a very capable wrestler. AJ was sparky, agile, and a lot of fun. She flirted and played up to the crowd, and every time Lisa glanced over at Phil, he had a sideways smile on, and looked so proud of her. AJ got thrown out of the ring in front of them, and she rolled over and bounced to her feet, giving both Phil and Lisa a wink before bouncing Paige's head off the metal steps. AJ won her match, and ran around the ringside, giving high fives to everyone. For kayfabe reasons, she couldn't focus on Phil, but she threw him a wink that was really cute.
Lisa really enjoyed the matches. Even the mid-card guys were a lot of fun to watch. She wondered what Sheamus did in all that time he had to wait out there for his match to start. The camera and sound crews got their stuff rearranged for the big match. Some roadies came in and started setting ladders up around the ring and the aisle. Folding tables and chairs were stacked in random places around the building, and then the guys cleared out and the lights went down.
"I hear voices in my head…" The music blared out of the speakers, and the RKO and viper logos appeared on the big screen where the superstars came out. Randy Orton strutted out, slowly, leering at the crowd, smirking his boyish smirk with one eyebrow raised. The crowd booed and hissed at him, playing perfectly into his heel persona. He just kept smiling, and strutted down to the ring, ignoring everyone with their hands out. He was wearing the same shirt and trunks that Lisa had seen him in earlier. He reached the ring, threw off his shirt, hopped up on one side, and climbed up on one corner, striking the classic Randy Orton pose. His skin was shiny in the arena lights. He was chiseled like a statue, every muscle defined and tensed. Women in the audience screamed and whistled, but failed to overpower the boos. Randy stepped down and hopped from foot to foot in the ring, tilting his head side to side to crack his neck.
"It's a shame for they, lost their heads…" Sheamus' music came cracking out of the speakers, and the green and white Celtic Cross showed up on the screen. After a moment, Sheamus walked out, and the crowd went wild. Children, parents, women, men, everyone cheered. Signs went up in support of the Great White. Sheamus smiled, showing his white teeth, pounded his chest, threw his arms back, and shouted, "FELLAAAAAAA!" as loud as he could. Lisa couldn't hear a thing over the crowd. She couldn't stop smiling. He looked at home up there, basking in the crowd. He walked down the aisle, swinging his arms, stopping to shake hands and give high fives to the people lined up with their hands out. Sheamus took one circuit around the ring, and when he got to Lisa, he blew her a kiss, then grabbed her hand and kissed it. The crowd went nuts, they had no idea who this girl in the Sheamus shirt was. He went up into the ring, pounding his chest and hollering "FELLAAAAAA" one more time facing the camera. He took off his shirt, tossed it on the floor, and moved his arms and shoulders. He looked like he'd been doing push-ups and chin-ups backstage; his muscles were taut and defined. Lisa felt herself getting wet just looking at him. He stood there in his trunks, and she gazed at his arms, his broad chest, his massive legs. She felt very fortunate.
The announcer called out, "The following match is set for one fall, and is a TABLE, LADDERS AND CHAIRS MATCH!" The audience exploded in cheers as the lights came up to reveal all of the equipment. The bell rang. The match began.