WWE One Shots 2

Mortality ~ Sheamus

I watched the ginger figure bounce on the ropes, his back facing towards me as I stood front row in the crowd. "Let's go Sheamus!" I shouted, my big badge bouncing that was attached to my old Sheamus tee.

His leg lifted up, way higher than it looked on a screen, striking Dean on the face and knocking him down to the mat, getting the three count.

"Yes!" I shouted, leaping up and down whilst the rest of the crowd around me booed in support for The Shield. The evening was my eighteenth birthday present, the highlight of my life so far. I don't think anyone could dispute the fact that I was his biggest fan, and supported him throughout his whole career.

Alongside Cesaro, the two of them slid out of the left hand side of the ring, walking around the back to where I stood. Of course as heels they had to play ignorant, however as I watched the duo step around I couldn't help but notice a pair of eyes watch me closely.

"Hi," I heard the voice whisper when he was close enough. "You're that girl from Twitter aren't you?"

"I guess so," I smiled back, unsure if he actually knew who I was or if he was just picking me out of a bunch of fans that he roughly knew.

"Mate, wish her a happy birthday," I heard Cesaro whisper, nudging him in the arm.

"Oh! It's your birthday, happy birthday!" I smiled, shaking his hand which he offered. "Do you fancy coming backstage? Meeting the team."

"Are you sure?" I gasped, looking at him questionably. They both nodded, looking at each other for reassurance. "Where do I go?"

"Walk up that corridor, I'll get someone to meet you." I nodded, swiftly moving towards the aisle that split the crowd into sections, waiting a couple of minutes before a suited security guard met me.

"Follow me," he bellowed with a husky tone. I daren't say a word, following behind him, gripping the straps of my drawstring bag, an Ambrose Asylum one to be precise. "I take it you're seeing Sheamus."

"Yes." I muttered, halting quickly as he stopped in the middle of one of the spaces. He turned around to look down at me, staring harshly.

"Wait here." I nodded as he walked off somewhere else, presumably to go and find Sheamus or someone else.

"Excuse me," I heard a voice say behind me. I didn't know who it was being directed at, but spun around anyway being my nosey self. My eyes looked up a little to see where the voice had come, with eyes staring at me. "Big fan I guess?"

"Oh, kind of." Dean walked over to me with a huge smirk on his face, pointing at the bag on my back. "I'm a big fan of wrestling I like to think."

"Really, I think you're a big fan of Ambrose, who could blame you?" I smiled graciously, nodding unsure.

"Yeah," I muttered, trying to think of something to say.

"You're pretty hot," he quickly added, taking me by surprise. I ran my hand through my hair, the corners of my mouth turning up a little. "You're so tiny, but I bet you could rock anyone's world. Piercings, great hair, what's not to love?"

"You know what to say to a girl don't you," I replied. I could feel my cheeks beginning to burn up in embarrassment as he continued to gush right in front of me.

"I do try." I nodded, feeling a tap on my shoulder, noticing Dean's expression drop. I span around and saw Sheamus stood behind me, smiling whilst staring across at Dean too.

"Do you fancy coming with me, we can head back to my locker and hangout?" I quickly looked back at Dean, who's eyes quickly turned sad. As much as I wanted to spend time with Dean too, Sheamus was the reason I was here in the first place.

"Sure." I couldn't bring myself to look back at Dean as the two of us walked down one of the corridors.

"So what's your name sweetie?" He queried, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

"Shelby," I whispered, feeling how far his arm had to drop to cover my five foot frame.

"Well I hope you're having a lovely birthday so far Shelby. We've got Mortal Kombat set up in the locker, if that's alright with you?"

"Are you joking? I love that game!" He chuckled, pushing the door open where Cesaro was already sat, controller in hand.

"Hey!" He shouted at me, not looking around, too focused to pay attention to me. "Grab a remote, there's one on the table."

"Game on!" I shouted, pushing past Sheamus to take a seat in the plush seats, quickly settling into the game.

"Anyone would think you're here to see Cesaro," Sheamus grumbled, sitting down on the floor in between us.

"You aren't jealous are you?" Cesaro pushed, the two of us chuckling as he shook his head.

"No of course not, it's not like Shelby is my biggest fan or anything." I tutted, raising my eyebrow at him. "Don't pretend you're not."

"I didn't say a thing." The two of us quickly finished our game, with me of course coming out on top.

"I'll give you lovebirds some time alone," Cesaro teased, standing up and dropping his remote on Sheamus' lap.

"We aren't lovebirds!" I shouted back, but the door had already slammed.

"You know, I nearly forgot your birthday present." I leaned down so I could link into his eyes confused.

"You didn't even know it was my birthday a couple of hours ago." He nodded, standing up with a groan from his weary bones.

"I know, call it last minute." He pulled me up, covering my eyes with his hands.

"What is it?" I stood and waited then felt a pair of lips catch onto mine, kissing me softly with a smile. I reached up and cupped the familiar face with my hand with a giggle, eventually pulling away.

"Do you think I could get your number Miss Shelby, and perhaps take the liberty of asking you out on a date sometime?"

"I think you might just," I whispered, feeling all coy, handing him my phone to place his number in.