WWE One Shots 2

Signed By Balor ~ Finn Balor

All the legs in front of us slowly started moving, shifting along the red carpet slowly towards the large hall.

"I can smell him Steffi," the high pitched squeal whispered into my ear.

"Hannah," I scolded, turning around to look at the girl just millimetres behind me. "I hardly doubt that, he's still quite a way from us."

"Stop being such a pessimist." I shrugged her off, stepping a couple of paces forwards once again.

In front of us was a slightly overweight guy, with a dodgy haircut and thick framed glasses, not to mention a horrific aroma of sweat.

I couldn't help but cringe when I got too close, having never smelt anything like it. It wasn't exactly a topic I could just casually drop into conversation.

"Hi, you like Finn too? Awesome. By the way, you smell awfully."

"Do you think he'll remember me?" I looked back once again, struggling to keep the smile on my face.

"You met him six years ago, he will have met a lot of people since then." Hannah took a quick swig of her water, unimpressed by how dismissive I was.

"How could he forget this face though?" Her hands cupped her cheeks, her wide toothy grin exposed.

"Of course," I chuckled, turning back around, following behind the chain towards the door.

"He's so close," Hannah squealed, nudging my arm with her clenched fist. With her other arm she pushed herself up on my shoulder to her tiptoes, peering round the men to try and get a glimpse of him.

"Just be patient, you'll be able to touch him soon, just wait." She let go of me, falling back to her flat feet, letting out a little sigh.

"Why aren't you excited?" She whispered into my ear so no one else could hear.

"I am," I smiled, my tone sounding chirpier than I was.

"If you say so." I let out a quick sigh of relief that she dropped the subject so easily, not pushing me into anything else. 

We kept moving forwards ever so slightly, until after another twenty minutes we finally emerged round the corner, his desk in full view.

"There he is!" Hannah squealed, clapping her hands in excitement. "Gosh, I forgot how much better he looks in the flesh."

"I didn't realise he had so much facial hair." I couldn't help but stare at him, study the small features a television camera didn't do justice to.

"Of all the things to say, you bring up his facial hair." I looked back, catching her jaw wide open in shock, "why not talk about those muscles, or those eyes, oh, those eyes."

"Please don't embarrass me when we meet him, act cool." She didn't look to take in any of what I said, but nodded absentmindedly.

I looked back down the queue leaving Hannah to let out all her giddy energy before she ended up humiliating herself in front of the Irishman.

Every step we moved closer, I could hear Hannah's voice raise a little bit higher, catching the attention of all the grown men around us. Their tuts and sighs rang out, eye rolls undisguised in disgust at her.

After another few minutes of covering the final metres of the queue, we stood there next in line, odour free, and hopefully a little bit calmer.

"Next!" Hannah nudged me slightly making me lose my balance, stepping in front of me so she could reach Finn before I did.

"Hi girls," he smiled, his thick Irish accent so distinguishable.

He was dressed casually, black polo shirt, shades tucked in at the top of the collar, hair lightly slicked back, but still giving off a ruggedly handsome vibe.

"Hi Finn!" Hannah squealed, waving like a three year old at her hero. I stepped aside, allowing her to have her moment with him. "You're incredible."

"Why thank you. What's your name sweetheart?" Hannah looked back at me, giving me a quick nod of approval.

"It's Hannah." He nodded, taking a picture of himself from the pile on his left, taking the black marker pen and scribbling on it.

Hannah. Keep the faith. Thanks for the love. Finn.

"Is this your friend as well." His eyes finally noticed me, smiling a little wider than he did when talking to Hannah.

"Yeah, this is Steffi." I smiled down at him, noticing just how beautiful his blue eyes were.

"Well hello Steffi." I didn't really know how to act, it was all a little odd. I didn't want to seem too disinterested, but at the same time, I'm sure the last thing he wanted was another eager fan. 

"Hi," I whispered, opting for the calm approach.

"Would you like an autograph too?" I nodded, watching his hand swiftly scribble on the paper having already done it countless times today.

Once done, he slid it off the table, passing it across to me so I could read what he read.

Steffi. You're a very beautiful girl. Maybe I could take you out some time. Finn.

I looked back down once I'd finished, biting my lip to hide my smile from Hannah.

His left eyelid fell to a wink, making the both of us giggle, although it most definitely wasn't intended for Hannah.

"Shall we take a photo?" Hannah nodded making him stand up from his chair.

His arms wrapped around the two of us, spinning us around to look at the cameraman opposite the table.

I felt his head lean into mine slightly, his grip tight around my waist.

"Smile," the photographer told us, pressing down so two flashing lights hit us both. "Perfect."

Once done I expected Finn to sit straight back down, but instead he froze for a couple of seconds. I looked back, noticing his eyes staring at the dimples on my cheek.

"Can you write your number down for me?" He whispered into my ear. I nodded, turning around once his arm released from around me, noticing a pen and a turned around photo on the desk.

"So, Hannah, tell me about your love of wrestling?" I smiled up at him, his question the perfect distraction to turn Hannah's attention away from what I was doing whilst I scribbled my digits and name onto the paper.

As soon as the lid was back on the pen, and paper safely tucked into his blue jean pocket, he abruptly stopped Hannah talking.

"It was lovely to meet you girls." I could see Hannah's heart drop a little that he'd cut her off in that way, but I'm sure the screaming five year old behind us was begging for us to move on.

He quickly hugged Hannah first, then moved his arm so it wrapped around me, giving me a little squeeze. "Speak soon," he whispered so I could just about hear, sitting back down and turning to the next fans in line.

We were led towards a door at the back of the hall, back out onto the streets of Miami. "Wow," she whispered once the sun shone back down on us. "He's just magnificent isn't he?"

"Yeah, some might say." I looked down at the piece of paper, smiling at the smiley face he'd drawn just under his name.

"What did he say to you?" She asked, stepping towards me to try and get a peer of the note.

"Just the usual," I smiled, keeping it close to my chest, Hannah not knowing probably the smartest option for now anyway.