The American Airlines Center in Dallas, TX was packed with people leaving the stadium. They were all moving quickly outdoors to watch and bid farewell to their favorites wrestlers as they got onto their buses. It was a mess. People were so aggressive trying to get out the doors pushing whomever out of their way to escape the chaos first. A young woman who was only 5'2" was being knocked around like tossed salad. She knew that it wasn't the best idea to come alone, but who would she have brought along with her to watch Raw that Monday night?
Christine was struggling to get to the doors. Every few steps forward were another ten backwards. It was already so late and she knew she would miss getting to wave to Sheamus, or as she knew him to be, Stephen Farrelly. As she tried to escape the crowd to venture outside to see him go, a burly man behind her gripped her wrist and pulled her towards the bathrooms. With all the pandemonium the guards were too busy to notice her being dragged away by some rough looking man. Panic sunk deep into her chest as she clawed at his hands to let her go.
He easily tossed her onto the floor of the bathroom before looking down on her. Christine couldn't help but let out a sob as he let his eyes wander over her form. The woman then bolted up hoping to maybe escape somehow. She slid under one of the stalls and locked it before the man could ram his shoulder into it. She let out a scream as the hinges whined in protest. Christine then slid under the wall into the next stall over not caring at how nasty the floors were. As she tried to pick herself up the door was slammed open catching her in the temple and causing her world to go black before she heard another man scream for help.
"Let's take her to our medical staff." A familiar voice said. Christine could feel that she was still stretched out on the linoleum floor as the people around her shuffled to move out of the way of something. Her body was then lifted with ease onto a stretcher and Christine wondered who found her and where they would take her. She forced her eyes open slightly and could only see a shadow of a large man. The lights stung her eyes and she quickly squeezed them shut again. "Take it easy little lady. Just relax. We're gonna help you out and that man has been arrested so just relax." Christine sighed in relief as the familiar voice spoke to her. If she wasn't mistaken it was the fan favorite, John Cena.
As they entered another room she heard voices of more wrestlers and John asking them to turn down the lights. Behind her eyes lids, Christine could tell the lights had been dimmed and she slowly opened her eyes to be greeted by what seemed to be a doctor or a trainer. Regardless, he was checking her eyes with a little light to see if she had a concussion which he confirmed that she did. The doctor asked her to sit up slowly and when she did she caught sight of Sheamus. Her eyes locked on him in pure awe as he was in reaching distance. His back was to her of course and there was another trainer working on his knee. He must have tweaked it during his match with Mark Henry.
"You're name is Christine then?" A voice asked her and she turned her head to face John Cena who was smiling at her. His voice was gentle as if he was talking to a startled deer. Christine nodded then turned her head to look back at Stephen. He was looking over his shoulder at her and she immediately looked down at her lap. Christine swallowed hard and she heard John Cena chuckle a bit. The girl averted her gaze to look at Cena and he gave her a knowing look. "Well considering what you have been through tonight, maybe I can see if Sheamus will sign an autograph for you." "Stephen.." Christine whispered. John laughed at that then she let her gaze travel back to where the Irish warrior was to be only to find him much closer. A small squeal escaped her and she looked back down at her lap again her hands wringing together. "John you should know I could do better than that for a lass in need. What says you girlie? Mind spending some time with me before we head out?" His accent was thick and caused goose bumps to rise on her arms. Christine let her eyes wander back up to him and she nodded meekly at him. "Good, may I call you Christie then? And what is your last name girlie?" "Starling." Christine barely managed to get out a bit above a whisper. She could hear John Cena chuckling at her timid behavior with Sheamus as the doctor or trainer made his way back over to her.
"Are you nauseous?" The doctor asked.
"A little…"
"How about your head? Do you have a headache? If so can you rate it from one to ten for me, ten being the worst?"
"Yeah, maybe a four?"
"You don't have any medication allergies do you?"
"Not that I am aware of…"
"Alright good. I will give you two Advil and you should probably take two every four hours at least until your headache subsides. I will be right back. I need to get you an ice pack as well. "
"Thank you."
Christine fiddled with her hands a bit more before a large pale hand fell over hers. "Relax sweetheart. You are making me anxious." The woman let her green eyes trail up to meet his blue one's. She nodded again, not a sound escaping her lips. Stephen held one of her small hands and Christine smiled slightly despite what she nearly had to experience. Stephen was just as nice and down to earth as she thought he would be and he was kind enough to give her a little bit of courage just by holding her delicate hand. Christine allowed her fingers to close around the tips of this fingers.
"I am not all too sure what happened to you Christie besides the fact that you were injured. Mind telling me?"
Cena shook his head at Stephen, but it was too late. The look of fear came back to Christie's face and tears began to well up in her eyes. Those bright green orbs squeezed shut forcing out the tears and holding in the rest. "Ah, sorry lass. I didn't realize…" He trailed off as the doctor came back. He gave Stephen a quizzical look before clearing his throat. Christie blinked her eyes open. From the corner of her eye she could see John retreating to go speak to Ryder. "Take these two for me and Stephen please hold this to her head for me." Without a word, Stephen grabbed the icepack and without pulling away from holding her hand to reassure her. He gently pressed the ice pack to the spot above her temple. Christie took the two Advil with ease then let out a heavy sigh.
"Do you think you can drive home tonight?" Stephen asked, his voice gentle.
"I think I should be okay."
"At least let me walk you to your car." Christie nodded a yes.
In the next thirty minutes they talked about light topics. They discussed where Christie was from, her job, and college. He was shocked to learn she was actually 24 when she barely looked 17. He confirmed with her driver's license. She then asked him questions about himself. They discussed topics from family, friends, and what his favorite food was. They laughed here and there and before they knew it pretty much everyone had left the room besides the doctors. The gentleman who had helped Christie approached the two once again.
"How are you feeling?"
"Better. Thank you again for everything."
"Alright well if you are up to it, it seems about time for Stephen to be leaving."
Christie nodded realizing that she would probably never have the chance to talk to Stephen again. It was okay though. She would come to more shows and be an avid fan of course. He was just doing his duty as a superstar of the WWE to take care of her. It wasn't like something could really happen between them.
Stephen helped her to the ground with ease, his hands at her waist he set her down. Christie swallowed hard at the simple action, but to her it was incredibly intimate which was ridiculous. To her, any contact with a man was intimate considering she was still a big V. It was her little secret. Everyone thought she had given it up already at a party, but the thing was, Christie had serious trust issues for many reasons and tonight added one more to the list.
"Are you sure you can drive alright? I can arrange for someone to take you home."
"I'm fine. I promise."
Christie flashed him an award winning smile and Stephen gritted his teeth. The woman was so small, so fragile, but there was an incredible innocence about her that made her glow. From his perspective, he figured she didn't have any idea how incredibly attractive she was.
"Alright, if you promise… you can lean on me if it makes it easier to walk. Do you work tomorrow?"
Christie followed his instruction and allowed him to guide her to her car. His arm was wrapped securely around her waist holding her petite form up. Christie mumbled a yes. "Why don't you give them a call tomorrow and let them know you aren't going in. You need a day to take it easy." The woman nodded and they approached her 2007 black ford focus hatchback. The Celtic warrior let out a chuckle as he saw her car. "It's just what I imagined you would drive." Christine pulled away from him and pouted at him. "Why the face girlie?" Stephen laughed even harder and pulled open her door for her after she unlocked it. "Tell you what…" he pulled out his cell phone. "…give me your number and I will contact you and get you special tickets to our next show in town alright?" "Really?" "Of course sweetheart. It's the least I could do for ya." Christine rattled off her cell phone number to him shocked that she would hear his voice again personally speaking to her. "Now, drive safe and you will be hearin' from me soon alright?" Christine nodded a smile plastered to her face that made her head hurt just a bit, but she didn't mind one bit. Stephen leaned in and placed a kiss on her forehead before shutting her door. Christine starred at him in shock and she could see him laughing behind her window. Her cheeks turned red and she started her car. She glanced out the window again and Stephen was still there smiling at her waiting for her to pull out safely. Christine knew then that the rest of this week if not longer she would recap her night with Sheamus.