She sat on the edge of her seat, four rows back from the ring, right up against the barriers on the entrance ramp. It was her first live WWE show, and she didn't know what to expect. The first matches had been exciting, way louder than on tv, so close and so intense she could almost taste the sharp tang of adrenaline and testosterone running off of the burly men in the ring. It was time. Time for the main event. Alberto Del Rio's music came on, he swaggered out, cocky, self-assured, smiling. He was wearing a black t-shirt, black kneepads, and black trunks. He wandered up to the ring, postured to the crowd for a minute, and then the lights dropped. "It's a shame for they, lost their head..." The enormous videoscreens came to life with a larger than life Irish cross. Sheamus' theme blasted through the stadium, loud and clear. Sheamus came out into the spotlight, stopped, and pounded his chest, shouting his classic "FELLLAAAAAAA!" before carrying on his walk to the ring. Sheamus swung from side to side on his walk, slapping and shaking hands with children and adults alike. He walked over to where Lisa stood, and shook her hand. She was amazed at his height, and looked up to his face, and their eyes met. His, the paler colour of a blue topaz, and hers, the deeper blue of sapphire. He squeezed her hand and turned away. She inhaled, so excited, and got a waft of a spicy, woodsy cologne as he carried on towards the ring. She'd never really thought of Sheamus as attractive before, but seeing him up close, in person, and something about the way he moved and smelled just got her going. He walked like a warrior from an old cheesy movie. Thighs like tree trunks, skin the colour of milk, and fiery ginger hair, spiked up like a wildman. He was burly, strong, thick. He wore a black t-shirt with "Fella" on it, black trunks with an Irish Cross on the crotch, orange armbands, and tall black wrestling boots. As he walked away and climbed up on to the ring, she noticed how round and well-shaped his ass was, and how nicely it moved when he did. Sheamus ripped his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. His shoulder and back muscles rippled and twisted as he moved around the ring, hopping and stretching. She thought to herself how happy she was that her friend Kevin had convinced her to buy this ticket, and go see the WWE house show by herself. She'd just recently gotten into wrestling, based on the recommendations of her friend Kevin, and once she realized that it was all very fun and tongue in cheek, she became a little bit obsessed. When the opportunity came to buy tickets for a house show that was happening the next town over, she jumped on it. No one would go with her, so she decided to just go by herself, friends be damned. She sat back down in her seat as the ramp lights came down, and the bell that signified the start of the match rang.

Alberto Del Rio and Sheamus slammed into each other, throwing punches and kicks, and tossing each other around the ring. Because it was a Last Man Standing match, Del Rio popped underneath the ring and grabbed a Kendo stick, which he proceeded to use to whack the shit out of Sheamus' back and legs. Sheamus ended up wrestling the stick away from Del Rio, and gave him the old what-for. Del Rio eventually got away, and smashed a chair over Sheamus' back, knocking him flat on his back in the ring. Eventually Sheamus got back up, just when it seemed that the referee would hit a count of ten. He threw Del Rio out of the ring, right on to the entrance ramp, right beside where Lisa was perched. Sheamus came over and grabbed Del Rio by the hair, not three feet from Lisa's tense and excited face. Sheamus threw her a cheeky smirk, and smashed Del Rio right on to the ring steps, which made a sound like a bat hitting a steel wall. While Del Rio recovered, Sheamus grabbed a table from under the ring and leisurely set it up inside. They both got back in the ring, threw a few more punches, then Del Rio ended up on the ground. Sheamus leaned over, and with a grunt and a shout, deadlifted Del Rio off the mat, walked him over to the table, lifted him into the air, and smashed him down, right through the table. The table splintered in two immediately, and Del Rio rolled around groaning. But he got back up! Sheamus was in the corner of the ring, facing Lisa's section of the audience. He pounded his right hand into his chest, over and over, sending sweat spraying. The crowd chanted "Brogue! Brogue! Brogue!" in time with each pound. When he reached ten, he turned, and Del Rio was just standing up. Sheamus ran two steps, and performed a brogue kick, connecting with Del Rio's chest, knocking him flat onto his back. The referee counted to ten, and Sheamus threw his arms up in the air and shouted, a wordless expression of pride and victory. Sheamus did a victory lap around the audience seated ringside. He gave away his armbands to a couple of small boys, and made his way down the ramp towards the locker room. Sheamus stopped to shake hands and let people touch the championship belt. He stopped in front of Lisa and met her eyes again, giving her a crooked, tired smile before he carried on.