..:: Scene One || Pussy Cat Lounge || 11:55 PM ::..

Of course I wanted to go home after my victory on Raw and I wanted to see poppy and visit the rest of my family but time did not allow fer me to return home. Instead, after Raw and after victory only to be tainted by that little rebel Evan Bourne, I took the first flight out to Phoniex. I was lonely in my hotel room, having watched the local station for the last couple of hours trying to figure out something to do with the evening. I had a bandage on my head from where Evan split me open, I also had a raging headache again but I wasn't gonna let that stop me from having a good time tonight. I saw an ad for the Pussy Cat Lounge located in the lovely Phoniex area and thought what the hell? May as well go there and get drunk and act like a total and complete arse.

I arrived at the Lounge and made my way to the bar and took a seat on a lonely stool on the edge of the bar. I reached inside my jean pocket and pulled out smashed package of Salem Lights, stuck one in me mouth and lit it up. I savoured the flavor for a few minutes before the bartender finally made his way over to me.

bar tender
"What can I get for you?"

'the celtic warrior' sheamus
"Ahh there's a good lad. I'll have a pint of yer finest beer."

bar tender
"Pint? Buddy do you want a small or large?"

'the celtic warrior' sheamus
"Oh right. I forgot. I'll have a large of yer finest beer."

He nodded his head and walked away from me to fetch me drink. I took a few more draws from me cigarette and tried to relax and rest me head. The beating and pounding of the system didn't help much but I was determined to have a good time tonight.

'the celtic warrior' sheamus
"Ya know I like to think of meself and someone who puts the past behind them and lets the future take over. I like to think of meself as someone who doesn't dwell on the past but instead looks forward to what is to come. Chris, ya not like that are ya? Nah, ya not. Ya see ya like to dwell on the past and bitch and complain when things don't quite go ya way. Ya, I've got ya all figured out. I see right through ya Chris. Ya got ya head so far up ya arse ya don't even know what's gonna on. Ya are so preoccupied with DX ya don't even know ya have signed a contract with The Irish Curse. I'll be happy to remind ya on Monday ya hockey player wanna be. I guess ya didn't catch Monday Night Raw last Monday so let me be the first to remind ya what exactly happened to Evan Bourne. I crushed him like the little maggot he is. Ya won't be any different Chris. I will crush ya and send ya packing ya bags back to Canada wishin' ya never stepped foot back in the ring. It's oh so sad ya first match here in Dubya Dubya E is gonna be ya last. "

The bar tender returned with my drink. He placed a white napkin on the bar and then placed the large beer in front of me. I grinned at him but he didn't return my response. He simply walked away. I shrugged my shoulders and took a few much needed drinks of my beer.

'the celtic warrior' sheamus
"Ya can learn a lot from Evan Bourne, Chris. Ya can learn what happens to people who try to be cute and stick their nose in me business. I know ya pride yaself on having so many holds and winning so many championships but none of that is gonna matter come Monday. Ya not a champion in the Dubya Dubya E yet and ya never gonna be. When I'm done with ya ya will be booking therapy sessions not matches for championships."

I took a few more puffs of my cigarette before I stamped it out in the small clear cigarette dish.

'the celtic warrior' sheamus
"Now I know about ya little revenge ya are tryin' to seek against DX and I commend ya for it. If anyone hates Shawn Michaels and Triple H as much as ya, it's me. So I wish ya luck in ya little quest Chris. I'm sure ya will make a lastin' impression on Shawn and Trips. But ya see Monday Night it's not about DX. It's about ya and me. I know ya are gonna have ya little bitch boy Cody Rhodes at ya side when Monday rolls around and I'm looking forward to it. I hope he sticks his Georgia nose in my business so I can smash it fer him. The reason ya and Cody get along so well is ya both are livin' in ya father's shadow. Ya want to be like ya dad Cody but ya never will gain that sort of honor and prestige. Chris ya started out playing hockey but found out he couldn't make the grade so he had to make a career switch. Ya both make me wanna puke. My dad is a great man but I've outshined my father a thousand times over. Something ya and ya little play boy will never be able to do."

I took a few more drinks of the icy cold beer in front of me and relaxed a little more. My headache had started to abate and I was starting to feel good again. I began to speak again but suddenly I felt someone grab my arm and pull ever so gently. I looked over at the person pulling on me arm to find a small, rather beautiful young blonde with bright shinnin' blue eyes. She was drunk and probably high on something as well. Anyone could tell that.

katy
"I've been watching you all night."

I grinned at her and shook my head. American women, they were always so easy.

'the celtic warrior' sheamus
"Why would ya do a thing like that?"

katy
"Where are you from? I love the accent!"

'the celtic warrior' sheamus
"I'm from Dublin. Ya know, in Ireland."

katy
"I've always wanted to visit Ireland!"

'the celtic warrior' sheamus
"Ya, it's a great place. So what are you doin' here?"

She let got of my arm and playfully put her hand through her hair. She was pretty messed up, as I could plainly tell.

katy
"Oh just having a few drinks with my friends. We're getting ready to go to the back room. Say you'll come with me. I'm Katy by the way."

Back room? Oh ya, I had her.

'the celtic warrior' sheamus
"My name is Sheamus and ya, I'll come to the back room with ya. Where's it at?"

katy
"Come on, I'll show you."

She took me by the hand and pulled me off the bar stool. I grabbed my beer and allowed her to lead me to the back room, whereever the hell that may be.