Bound for Glory - Year 1

Week 15//Part 2 - Europe Brings Scenery of Many Kinds, Part 2

Kathryn's theme on the side :) >>>>>

I'm shocked that it took me this long to feature her theme song :X Ah, well. Later rather than never, right? Haha :)

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                                                                April 21st, 2011

                     “It's Not Easy to Keep a Secret When Your Archenemy Already Knows It”

                                                     Green Glens Arena (Millstreet, Ireland), just arriving, around . . . 6pm

“All I'm saying is that I don't like the locals here because they're hard to understand!” Punk said as an answer to my question to why he hates being in Ireland.

“Well, that's a bogus reason to hate someone,” I said.

“I don't care. I just wanna get this OVER WITH and get to England. At least when I'm there I'm respected.” he said back.

“Okay, one: we have to go to Sweden on Friday before we can go to England,”—I put up the number one with my finger, then the number two—“and two: the last time you were in England, you got booed out and someone threw popcorn at your head.” He shot me a glare.

“Why can't you just let me have my moment?” he asked.

“Oh, sorry. Almost being killed by a stalker hockey player that was let back on the team today after Kaner bailed him out, and being forced to pretend my boyfriend isn't my boyfriend makes me a little testy.” I said back, throwing my free arm out, the other dragging my suitcase behind me.

“I think something else of the “Comes Once a Month” category is also making you testy today.” Mike added. All the girls and I turned to him with evil glares. “Sorry, I'll shut up.”

“That'd be smart.” Kat agreed.

                                                                            Still at the arena, backstage hallway, around . . . 7:30pm

I had a match with Natalya tonight and so far the only thing that's happened is Sheamus made a big speech about being back in his homeland. I was really exited to get in the ring tonight, so I wanted him to shut the hell up so I could get out there. The only thing that occupied my time while I waited was watching the crew do crewy stuff and remembering what happened on Tuesday, laughing along with the memories: Randy and Patrick doing spectacular face plants, Bischoff taking an interest in our safety, tripping over a table and almost getting half-eaten burgers in our hair. Good times. As I got deeper into thought, I was becoming more and more unaware of my surroundings. And I sometimes tend to talk when I do this, not really knowing that I'm saying it in the real world.

“I love you, too, Alex . . .” I said, unaware of the girl standing in front of me, holding back hysterical laughter.

“Bloody hell, woman, what in blazes is wrong with you?!” she yelled, punching my shoulder. I snapped out of it instantly and my face burned to what felt like the color of a crimson crayon. “Oh, don't be embarrassed, love. I won't tell anyone about your infidelity to your contract!”

“There's no infidelity, Kayla,” I said viciously. “I was just . . . dreaming. While still half-awake.”

“Oh, yes, and that covers up the fact that you're still seeing Alex. Naturally.” she said, putting her hands on her hips and looking at me disapprovingly.