“WWE fans, you are in for a hell of a show tonight!” the announcer pointed out with excitement in his voice as the massive crowd surged with energy for the upcoming match. “You’ve heard of the cage match and the money in the bank match and even the famous royal rumble, but I can guarantee you’ve never seen what we have planned for tonight. For the first time in WWE history, tonight’s match is going to be a tickle match!” the enthusiastic voice announced as it rang out through the large building, hyping up the thousands of people with signs and t-shirts of their favorite wrestlers. 

“Participating tonight in the first ever tickle match are two legends of the ring…make some noise for Finn Balor!” the man announced and the Irish heel appeared out of one entrance in his signature black wrestling trunks and black boots. The crowd was mixed with cheers and boos for the leader of the Judgement Day group, with some hating him for cheating and not playing by the rules and others loving him for the same reasons. All five feet and ten inches of athletic charisma radiated off Balor as he made his way into the ring and hyped up the crowd even more with a cocky smile like he’d already won the match. 

“His opponent this evening is none other than the one and only Sheamus!” cued the fellow Irishman to make his way toward the ring, eliciting more cheers than boos as the beefy star played to his fans before slipping through the ropes and locking eyes with Finn. The referee made his way into the ring just in time to stop the wrestlers from going at each other already, breaking them up with Finn laughing at Sheamus and the Celtic Warrior ready to dominate his arrogant opponent. “Alright, fellas, for this match, the first person to verbally submit to the other wins. It’s as simple as that. There will be no punching or kicking or direct harm allowed for this match. Any and all tickling is fair game. Do you two got it?” the ref asked and both men agreed. “Alright, let’s go!” the referee announced and backed out of the way before the bell rang and the two titans of the industry prepared to clash for the most unique match they’d ever done. 

Instead of dancing around each other preparing to make a move, both wrestlers met each other’s offense, locking hands and trying to overpower the other right out of the gate. Their muscles flared and their desire to win was evident as they attempted to get the upper hand until Finn suddenly pushed Sheamus away and dove for his stomach before he could react. “AhANnOO!” Sheamus let out with surprise as the eager hands plunged into his solid belly with dagger fingers until he was against the ropes. “Finn got the first blow on Sheamus! He’s got him against the ropes already laughing!” the announcer pointed out as Balor grinned and continued jabbing around on Sheamus’ stomach to keep his pearly smile at full size. 

But the ginger WWE staple didn’t let him keep the advantage for long, going after Finn’s neck with a direct target hit of 10 wiggling fingers. “OoAohAShIT!” Finn couldn’t help but laugh as his attack was compromised with a need to defend himself, soon forced to pull his arms away just to end Sheamus’ retaliation. However, Sheamus didn’t give Finn much time to strike again as he swooped down and went for his legs, forcing Balor to lose his footing and hit the ring floor. “Balor is down and Sheamus is on the attack!” the announcer commentated as Finn tried to regroup but his opponent was too quick, forcing his arms behind his back and making him sit on them so he could straddle Finn’s stomach and grab one of his legs. 

“Looks like one of Finn’s boots is coming off! Sheamus is going for a foot here!” the announcer realized as Balor tried to slip his hands free from under him and Sheamus tugged from the heel and toe of the boot, loosening it little by little as the audience howled with excitement. “GET HIS FEET! GET HIS FEET!” they chanted as Finn struggled to prevent what was coming until the boot slipped off and only a crew sock was left. Sheamus held up the boot with triumph before tossing it to the side and Finn bucked below him to intervene but Sheamus held his ankle with one hand and wiggled his fingers in the air to tease to the crowd. “NO! NO! Get off!” Balor argued until Sheamus landed on his socked foot with a spidering technique. 

“AAhAhGhOhGDdAAAmMMiITT!!” shot out of Finn with a reluctant smile as giggly laughter was forced out and Sheamus held his spot on top of him while fluttering across the white socked foot, obviously enjoying making his cocky opponent suffer. The ref stepped closer like he was waiting to see if this would be it, the moment Balor surrendered and Sheamus was happy to encourage it. “Let’s hear it! Submit!” “aohAFFuUCCkKYOOoUu!” Balor fired back but was met with a smirk, “This sock is coming off then” Sheamus assured as he grabbed the elastic end and started peeling it away. “NO! NO – shit!” Finn grunted and protested as he tried to free his arms and the fans went even wilder as the sock inched closer to leaving his foot until it was halfway off, scrunched up past his smooth heel. But before Sheamus could finish the strip job, a single arm broke out of the pin from behind and latched around his hip with a fiery squeezing assault. 

“And Finn Balor is loose! He’s tickling Sheamus’ hip and isn’t letting go!” the announcer narrated as Sheamus lost his advantage and filled the ring with a fresh roar of heavy laughter while trying to get away but Finn ran with it, forcing him onto the ropes again until his massive chest was pressing against the top one and his huge smile was on full display for the audience. Balor upped the ante only seconds later by launching into Sheamus’ pits, exaggerating his opponent’s expression with another splash of shock as the diabolical fingers dug around in both meaty armpits. “NNOaohAohAOhAA!! AHoAHohASSHHIIITAohaAOH!!” Sheamus couldn’t help but react with full-body laughter as Finn’s vicious enthusiasm dominated his underarms and the crowd watched on, wildly entertained. 

“Sheamus is fighting against the ropes but Balor’s got a hell of a lock on him! Looks like the Celtic Warrior’s armpits are seriously ticklish!” the announcer added as Finn happily displayed for everyone to see, keeping Sheamus writhing and laughing against the ropes until he managed to spin himself around. Sheamus attempted to change the tide again but Finn grabbed his juicy nipples and gave them a gnarly twist, making Sheamus yell out from the ropes. “OH! And Finn with the titty twister! The ref doesn’t like that one!” the announcer laughed as the referee broke it up and Sheamus rubbed his chest after the dirty move but the minute the ref turned his back, Balor was back with another brutal nipple twist, distracting Sheamus enough to grab his legs and drag him to the floor. 

With his chest on fire, Sheamus tried to get his footing back but Finn was too quick, grabbing both legs again and twisting them until Sheamus was on his stomach, allowing Balor to pull a nice pretzel hold on both of them. “Finn’s got Sheamus’ legs all tangled up! What’s Sheamus gonna do now??” the announcer questioned as Sheamus tried to grab onto the rope to give himself some leverage but Balor just pulled him further away before unlacing the right boot. “NO! You leave my boots alone!” “You took mine!” Finn fired back with a villainous laugh as the black boot was loosened more and more until it popped off, leaving only a black sock between him and Sheamus’ bare foot. 

Sheamus tried to reach back and grab Balor but couldn’t do much before his ankle sock was ripped clean off, exposing his giant size 14. “There goes one of Sheamus’ socks! Balor didn’t even bother leaving it on! What a bastard!” the announcer pointed out as Finn threw the sock over the ropes and gave the audience a playfully evil look before scribbling all over the beefy foot at his mercy. “NNoaooAHoAOHA!!!” Sheamus’ thunderous reaction was immediate and he became a bucking bronco behind Finn as his dastardly fingers wrecked the soft, pink sole he’d captured. “Man! Balor is really giving it to him!” the announcer added as Finn’s short nails scratched from the heel to the balls of the naked foot while Sheamus howled and pounded the ring floor like he hated every second of it. 

Sheamus’ thick, juicy toes wiggled and flailed for everyone to see as Finn held his ankle tight and kept both legs stuck in the pin, rendering his opponent a giggly version of himself as the referee moved closer like he wondered if this would be what broke Sheamus. “I know you wanna submit, Sheamus! Your big ole’ feet are too ticklish to last much longer!” Finn taunted with another flashy smile. “NNoOoHOHOho! IIMmnNOOOTT SSUUBbMmMIIITTiINnGGHAA!!” Sheamus refused as if he wasn’t struggling to make a comeback, his feet indeed ticklish enough to be trouble for him in Finn’s control. “GET THOSE TOES! GET THOSE TOES!” the audience chanted similarly to how they had before and Finn smiled at the crowd like he was happy to oblige while Sheamus writhed and jerked like he needed to save his plump toes from Balor’s attention but couldn’t before Finn used his beard to tickle them while he continued scribbling across his sole. “AAHAGGhAOhAOHANNOOAHA!!” rang out in the ring and throughout the room with booming, surprised laughter as Sheamus’ face told exactly how much the combo move tickled and Finn milked the advantage like the pro he was, teasing the milky toes with his dark beard and clawing away at the lush sole with perfect sadism. 

“This is not looking good for Sheamus right now! Not only is Balor tickling the hell out of his foot but he’s using his own beard to tickle his toes!! I’ve never seen anything like it!” the announcer pointed out in awe of the impressively evil move just before Sheamus managed to put his strong legs to use and force his way out of the pretzel pin, sparing his foot and toes from anymore tickling. Balor tried to come back at him, even using one set of ropes to propel himself toward Sheamus for another hopeful attack but Sheamus moved out of the way and tripped him, letting Finn slam into the ropes and fall back to the ring floor in a dizzy backfire. “Ooh! Finn is down after a smooth counter by Sheamus and it looks like our Celtic Warrior is headed for something under the ring…” the announcer pointed out as the half barefoot wrestler retrieved two stiff feathers from under the ring. “Feathers! He’s got two feathers! I guess the usual metal chairs and other weapons were substituted this match for tickle tools!” the announcer added as Sheamus slipped back into the ring to find Balor still a bit dazed on his back. 

Before Finn could make his next move, Sheamus sat the feathers down on the ring floor and flipped Balor onto his stomach and grabbed his arms to pin them around Sheamus’ own knees in a bent position, leaving Finn’s upper body stretched out a bit and totally unprotected. “Sheamus is grabbing the feathers he brought into the ring! Finn just saw them! He knows they’re coming for him!” the announcer explained with mounting excitement as Balor shook and squirmed in the hold but with Sheamus on top of him and his arms pinned back, there was little he could do as Sheamus held one feather in each hand and twirled them in the air a moment to play to the fans before they landed on Balor’s chest. 

“AhAAhAFfuUcCK! NOOTThHEEnNIIPPLLEeSS!” Finn barked as the light tickling proved perfectly hellacious for his proud pecs. “Gitchy gitchy goo!” Sheamus teased with a mocking laugh as he feathered both nipples until they were hard and even more sensitive, making Balor surge with ticklish frustration in the hold as he shook in place and laughed against his will. But the nipple tickling was only the appetizer as the feathers soon realigned their targets, drifting up to Finn’s handsome face and dusting his nose and cheeks and lips. “Oh man! Sheamus is tickling Balor’s face! That’s brutal move right there!” the announcer laughed as Finn grew more agitated and his giggly laughter was teased out more and more until his face was red with anger. 

A strong buck in the hold threatened to dismantle Sheamus’ advantage but he held strong, allowing him to leave Finn’s face and head for the spots he’d mainly put him in that hold to focus on. “Your pits aren’t ticklish are they, Balor??” Sheamus teased, making Finn buck more in the hold and try to even bite at the feathers but couldn’t avoid them twirling away in his exposed pits. “AAHahAhANNoAOhOAH!!” Balor had no choice but to erupt with immediate hatred for the new attack but couldn’t do anything about it as Sheamus concentrated the wispy ends of the feathers in his wonderfully helpless armpits “It looks like these two are some of the most ticklish wrestlers in the WWE! Finn Balor is really hating those feathers in his armpits, just about as much as Sheamus hated those fingers wiggling around in his earlier! Could this be what makes Finn give up??” the announced speculated as Balor’s legs kicked the ring floor, with one sock still somehow halfway on his foot. 

“I’ll make you piss yourself if that what it takes, Balor” Sheamus warned as he twirled the feathers with delicate destruction. “IILLLPPIIiSSoONNYYoOuU AOhAOHAASSSHHOoLLLEE!!” Finn fired back through his uncontrollable laughter and clenched fists of frustration as the ref stood on standby, waiting to see if Balor would actually be defeated by the pair of feathers tormenting him. It wasn’t until Sheamus started tickling Finn’s neck with one of the feathers that things took another turn, getting a few more moments of more ticklish grunting from the tough guy until he tried to bite at the feather and actually snagged one of Sheamus’ fingers instead. “Agh! Are you serious!?” Sheamus questioned but let his guard down enough for the fellow seasoned wrestler to act, bending his body upward and flinging Sheamus off him and onto the ring floor with a loud thud. 

“And Finn is back up! I really thought those feathers might be what did him in but no…now he’s heading under the ring! He’s going for his own tools!” the announcer explained as Balor took off the rest of his sock like he didn’t care about losing it at this point and tossed a hairbrush and bottle of oil onto the edge of the ring. Sheamus was too busy trying to get back up to pay attention to his opponent until Balor climbed one of the ropes and flew through the air to slam him back down. “OH! Balor just nailed Sheamus!” the announcer exclaimed as the referee scolded Finn but Balor backed him into one of the corners, making the ref change his tune until Finn started wiggling up and down his sides. “What the hell is this?! Balor is tickling the ref! A total disregard for the rules and our referee – he’s a wild man!” the announcer explained with obvious shock in his voice as the ref was tickled into submission, convincing him to leave the ring. 

“What will Balor do know that there isn’t even a ref to make sure he doesn’t break the rules??” the announcer questioned as Finn turned back around to face Sheamus but was hit with a surprise of his own. Sheamus met Finn with a clothesline right to the chest, knocking him onto his back. “It looks like taking out the ref gave Sheamus enough time to recoup and wait a second…Sheamus is grabbing the brush and the oil! He’s using Finn’s own plan against him!” the announcer realized as Balor laid there not quite ready to make another move yet and Sheamus flipped him on his stomach. “Hey! What are you doing?!” Balor tired to make sense of as his normal fieriness returned but Sheamus already had the bare foot bent toward his butt and firmly locked in his arm. 

“Thanks for bringing the supplies!” Sheamus laughed as he squirted some of the oil on Balor’s peachy sole and even rubbed it in a little until it was nice and shiny. “NO! This is bullshit!” Finn argued with jerks and arms reaching back trying to grab Sheamus as the red head armed himself with the stiff-bristled hairbrush. “Too bad you got rid of the ref…now I can tickle you as long as I want!” Sheamus warned as he gripped the hairbrush and let loose on the tan foot stuck in his arm. “AAGAAGHAHAHANNOOH!!!” rang out into the crowd as the plastic bristles tickled far worse than Balor could’ve imagined when he’d snagged the brush. Sheamus smiled with premature victory as he watched his opponent flounder on the ring floor and scrubbed his slippery sole with steady back and forths across the balls and arch to get Balor laughing like a lunatic in front of him. 

“SHEAMUS! SHEAMUS! SHEAMUS!” the audience chanted as he tickled the hell out of Finn’s smooth foot and made the bad boy go crazy in the ring, a sight nobody in the crowd or any fan at home had ever seen from the WWE. “The crowd is eating up this scene right now…I mean, who would’ve ever thought they’d see two of wrestling’s biggest players tickling each other?? Finn is a tough cookie to crack but Sheamus really has him on the ropes here…the feathers were one thing but a hairbrush on his oiled-up foot?! How is he gonna get out of this one?” the announcer wondered just like most of the onlookers were until once again Finn broke one of the tickle match rules and used his other leg to kick Sheamus’ back one good time, successfully making him stop the horrible brush attack. 

“Balor just landed a hell of a kick into Sheamus’ back and with no ref to stop him, it’s hard telling what Finn is gonna do…especially after that brush tickling!” the announcer added as Sheamus waited for his pain to subside and Finn set his sights on getting the upper hand once again. Balor, more determined than ever to win, pounced on Sheamus and went right after his thick thighs with both hands, squeezing into the strong tree trunk legs while Sheamus was still on his back. “AaAHOhOAHSSHHIITT!!” Sheamus came alive again with explosive laughter with the strong hands digging into his legs while Finn sat across them.  

“I think you’re more ticklish than me, Sheamus!” Balor laughed as he worked into the mighty legs to great success. “AAHOAYYyeAAhHH RRiIiGGhhTT!!” Sheamus refuted as if he wasn’t laughing his head off but he didn’t stay on the defense for very long, soon shooting up and digging his thumbs into Finn’s abs with a strong grip on his sides. “AGGAohAoHFFuUuCCK!” Finn let out with the new ticklish rush but refused to lay off Sheamus’ thighs, leaving the wrestlers locked in a tickling duel of who would break first. 

“Holy cow! It’s looking like Finn and Sheamus are gridlocked right now on trying to out-tickle the other! Sheamus is really kneading into Balor’s stomach but Finn is squeezing into Sheamus’ thighs with a vicious enthusiasm about him! It’s hard to say how this one is going to turn out, folks!” the announcer added as he watched with suspense like everyone else in the room except for the two men duking it out in the ring. With no ref to listen for a submission, how the winner would be known was anyone’s guess but everyone knew Sheamus would be hard to beat, not totally impossible, but a challenge for any wrestler. However, Balor wasn’t just any wrestler; he’d already gotten the ref out of the way to prevent him from doing whatever he wanted to win and any fan who knew his game knew Finn wasn’t afraid to do what his more clean-cut opponents wouldn’t. 

The battle of who could out-tickle the other to win the match was soon cut short by Balor leaving Sheamus’ thighs and going right for his armpits, practically diving forward until he was deep in the creamy hollows. “AaAnNoAohAOhAOhA!!” Sheamus’ volcanic reaction filled the arena but as he tried to get away from the hands, Finn followed him until they were at the edge of the ring where Balor delivered the worst twist of Sheamus’ nipples yet. Sheamus yelled out into the air with pain until Finn let go and slipped under the ring again before quickly jumping back in to make good on his latest sneak attack. 

“What does Balor have now…no way, are those handcuffs?? How is that allowed??” the announcer asked as Balor drug Sheamus to the nearest corner and quickly cuffed one hand before grabbing the other to cuff him to the corner of the ring. “Hey! The hell are you doing??” Sheamus questioned as he tried to do something but Finn was too quick, grabbing the leg without the boot and cuffing it to the highest rope. “What is Balor gonna do?! How can Sheamus get out of this??” the announcer wondered as Finn pinned the other leg under him to the ring floor and executed possibly the most devious trick he’d ever pulled. 

“NO! No! Uncuff me!!” Sheamus argued like he could convince Finn to obey the rules. “Good thing I slipped those cuffs under the ring before we started” Balor grinned before going after Sheamus’ beefy bare foot and his upper body at the same time. “NO! NNOAoAHAOOAHAOHAGGoODDDDAHhAAHmMmMIiITTT!!” Sheamus erupted with wild laughter as one set of fingers clawed away at his lush sole and the other drilled into his ribs and armpits. “This is unbelievable! Finn Balor has managed to handcuff Sheamus to the ring and deliver a double tickle attack! Sheamus can’t do anything to stop him! He’s helpless!” the announcer shouted like he was stunned by the development but the audience was lapping it up. 

Finn’s ruthless fingers scribbling away on Sheamus’ giant foot was bad enough but it wasn’t long at all before the crowd made it known they wanted more. “USE THE BRUSH! USE THE BRUSH!” “You hear that? They want the brush, mate” Finn smiled as he grabbed the hairbrush and the oil and lathered a layer onto the strawberry sole. “NO! Not the brush! Not the fucking brush!!” Sheamus protested as Finn held the brush in the air like Thor wielding his powerful hammer and the audience cheered for ticklish destruction until Balor started brushing all over the thick foot. “AhAHHAhANNOOAohAOHA!!!” Sheamus nearly shook the ring with his insane laughter and bucking and jerking from the corner but it only got worse when the other hand returned and started digging around his armpit again, cranking Sheamus’ laughter up another couple notches for the whole building to hear. 

The bristles of the brush sawing across his bare foot and Finn’s cruel fingers terrorizing his pits and stomach and ribs had the powerhouse wrestler enslaved to his own breathless laughter with his muscles rendered useless and his skills in the ring zero help in such a compromising situation. “There’s no ref to get in the way, Sheamus…it’s you and me until you tap out. I’d hate for everybody watching to see you tickled to ears, mate” Balor taunted as he brushed back and forth on the strong foot and even tickled the back of his knee when he wasn’t torturing his upper body. “AhOAOHASSOoNNOOFFAAbBIiITTCChAHAHA!!” Sheamus roared with obvious anger, hating the idea of being beaten, especially in a tickle match but every card he could play had been taken away and it was becoming obvious that he’d underestimated how ticklish he was before stepping into the ring for this match. 

“Will Balor be able to pull out a win tonight and tickle Sheamus into submission or will Sheamus make it out of this and turn the tables on Finn once again?? I’ve never seen Sheamus look like he’s trying to hold out on a loss this hard but that hairbrush on his oily foot isn’t slowing down and Finn is just going to town on the rest of him!” the announcer explained until Sheamus had had enough. “AHAOHOOKOOK!! AOhAOHAOHAYYOOUuWWIiINN!!” “Say it louder so everyone can hear you!” Finn demanded without stopping. “AHOAHAOIIIISSUUbbmMMmiIiTT!!” Sheamus finally broke to everyone in the room’s surprise and Finn got to his feet with the biggest shit-eating grin ever, still holding the hairbrush like his own personal trophy. 

“Balor has done it! Finn Balor has just beaten Sheamus in the first ever WWE tickle match! Holy shit! I did not see this coming and by the look on Sheamus’ face, neither did he! Oh my God, this is crazy! We have all just witnessed history tonight, folks; we have our first ever tickle match winner! But after the way tonight went, I have a feeling this won’t be the last tickle match WWE ever has!” the announcer added as Finn soaked up the uniquely satisfying victory while Sheamus sat there still cuffed to the ring, knowing he would never live this loss down.