Hello readers! Thanks for checking out my newest story! Please leave a review :) If you haven't researched Finn Balor, just a heads up his name is Fergal Devitt. I'll be switching back and forth, and calling him both during the course of this story! Hope you like it!

"Fergal, don't do this! Please!" Darcy pleaded with her fiancé. But he pushed her out of his way anyway, hard. She tumbled backwards and landed against the stone wall along the path they'd been walking.

"What are you thinking?" She shouted as she tried to catch up to him. Her Irish accent thickening with her fear.

"You're being a selfish igit!" She spat at him.

Suddenly, he turned on her. She caught her breath. "It's over, Darcy!" His breath smelled of whiskey. The only thing he loved more than her. Or so she thought.

"I'm leaving. My life here is done. You could come with me, but you've chosen to stay here. In this rot of a town. I'll not stay another minute longer." His blue eyes were lit with fire.

"How can you just walk away?" She fought back her tears.

"How can you just refuse to come with me?!"

They stared at one another, breathlessly. They were alone on the deserted path overlooking the sea. She guessed the sea, and far off adventures called to him. Why else would he break his promises?

Darcy McBride had loved Fergal Devitt ever since she could remember. Her world was turning upside down. One offer to wrestle in Japan had robbed her of her happiness.

Why would he choose that over them? Over her? Her heart was breaking.

"Come with me, Darcy." He whispered. His blue eyes were bloodshot and hazy.

She didn't answer him. At least not with words. She turned her back and walked away.

"Stop!" He shouted.

She did.

"Just go!" She yelled hysterically out of nowhere. It was as if it took all her strength to force out the words.

His lip upturned in disgust. "I'm already gone." He turned and quickly walked in the opposite direction.

Darcy bit back her tears, but to no avail. They came swiftly. Her long black hair blew around her face like a curtain, hiding her tears from the world.

She would never move on. You didn't recover from a loss like this, she decided...

Neither one of them looked back.

15 years later.

"And the number one contender for the Universal Championship is... Finn Balor!" Lillian Garcia announced.

He has experienced big moments before. Never in front of this many people. Never with this much support from his fans. He is on top of the world. Things couldn't get better.

His WWE career was headed to the top, and fast! He had all the money, and fame he ever wanted. He was welcomed back to Ireland as a hero whenever he returned.

Right now, he was basking in this moment. Things couldn't get better. After tonight, a select few WWE stars were headed on a European tour for about a week and a half leading up to Summerslam.

He was scheduled to fly out tomorrow was excited to visit London again. Raw would take place there one week from tonight, and then it was on to Ireland for a couple of untelevised events.

He requested to stay in Ireland for a week or so. He would fly back to the States the week before Summerslam, and build hype for his match with Rollins.

He was ready for a much needed break. He loved returning to his home country, but he rarely had time to go back to his home town. His request for time off had only been granted because his uncle had died and left him some property. He needed to get things settled with the will.

He walked backstage "Congrats, man." Seth shook his hand and clapped him on the shoulder. Finn knew that the final decision hadn't been made, but he was hoping the Summerslam match would turn out in his favor.

The world was at his feet. This was everything he ever dreamed of.

Wasn't it?

Darcy tied on her apron and plastered on a smile as she flipped the 'Closed' sign over to 'Open' in her Pub.

This was her livelihood, and the livelihood of the community as well. People from all over town came to drink, eat, listen to the live music, and make conversation.

O'Brady's was a shelter from the storm of the world. A place where time stood still. From the beautiful cherry oak bar and tables, to the old fashioned dispensing system, and the live musicians playing songs of Irish legend and heartaches.

The walls were painted a deep green color, embellished with gold painted trimmings. There was always a fire in the hearth, and a tune playing. Sometimes softly, sometimes a lot more rowdy.

It was Darcy's pride and joy. This place used to hold a lot of memories for her. Back in the day she and Fergal had danced here. They had their first date here. Sometimes they would find a dark corner and kiss each other senseless. He had whispered empty promises.

When old man O'Brady put the place up for sale he gave Darcy the choice to buy it before he officially put it on the market. She jumped at the chance.

She sold her clothing store, and bought the pub outright. Owning the pub had given her a rebirth. It meant everything to her.

"Good morning, lass." An older gentleman, Gus said to her as he hobbled his way up to the bar.

"The usual breakfast?" She asked with a smile on her face.

"Aye." He nods.

Her stormy gray eyes twinkle as she calls the order to her chef. This was everything she ever dreamed of.

Wasn't it?