Katie's first Raw was magical. Superstars and Divas were ready to cooperate with her; at times she thought word must have gotten around that she was Sheamus' cousin, or else they wouldn't be acting so nice. She had taken some great photographs of the superstars getting ready for their matches and after their victories and losses; after some editing, they would be up on the website by tomorrow. She was ecstatic, and could barely hold her excitement.

Earlier in the night Sheamus had asked her to wait by his locker room once the show was finished so she could ride with him back to the hotel. As she leaned up against the wall outside his room, she looked back at some of the pictures she took, deleting the ones that were blurry or not to her standards.

Suddenly John Cena appeared before her, wearing one of his trademark 'Rise Above Hate' shirts and a pair of jeans. "Are you waiting for your cousin?" he asked, to which Katie nodded her head.

"We're all meeting at the hotel restaurant afterwards to grab some drinks and a bite to eat," he mentioned. "You should come with Shamu. Be introduced to some more people. It'll make traveling all the more easier."

Katie smiled at Cena's friendly gesture. "Thanks, John," she said, turning off her camera.

John saluted her as he continued to walk down the hallway, "I'll see you in a bit."

Once at the hotel Katie changed into some more comfortable clothes – a pair of plain black ballet flats, a pair of skinny jeans, and a purple v-neck top. She entered the bar and the number of superstars mingling with each other brought a smile to her face. John Cena, Sheamus, CM Punk, the Miz, Dolph Ziggler, AJ Lee and Kofi Kingston were all seated at a table, some with food in front of them, others with drinks. Sheamus noticed her immediately and motioned to the empty seat beside him. She hurried over and sat in her seat, ordering water and a plate of nachos from the waitress.

"So Katie, tell us more about yourself," Kofi said, leaning over from beside John, who was sitting beside Sheamus. "How the hell did you get here?"

Katie blushed suddenly and shrugged her shoulders. She noticed Punk's eyes on her but decided to ignore it. "What's there to say?" she asked. "I'm Canadian born and bred...I grew up in Toronto. I have four older brothers...five if you include the Great White over here," she nudged Sheamus. "They annoy me to no end but I wouldn't have it any other way. I went to university...did the whole thing...then I ended up moving to London to take a photography course...and then I ended up here."

"What did you study in university?" AJ asked.

Katie blushed even more. "History."

Sheamus smiled beside her. "She's trying to downplay her accomplishments, as always," he looked at her. "Katie's got a Master's in history. She did her dissertation on Tsar Alexander the First and the effect of the Napoleonic Wars in Russia," he said proudly, putting an arm around his cousin, who couldn't control her embarrassment of her cousin proclaiming to everyone what she had accomplished.

Everybody's eyebrows raised as Sheamus told them what she studied. She hated this reaction. She knew that most of those sitting at the table were consumed by wrestling – some for their entire lives – and never had the chance to go to university and pursue serious academic study. She was definitely proud of her accomplishments but never wanted to boast them to anyone.

"Damn girl," Kofi exclaimed. "Excuse me while I brush up on my knowledge of Russian history."

"Yet you pursued photography instead?" a voice rang out from the other end of the table. Katie looked and of course, it belonged to none other than CM Punk. "Why waste such a good education?"

Katie knew that it was a valid question, but she didn't like the tone in his voice and how he brought it up. "Photography was my calling," she shrugged her shoulders, as if that explained everything. "I moved to London to take a photography course, and it just so happened that I got more job opportunities – specifically this job – than I got with my Master's degree."

Punk's lips turned into a straight smile. Katie could tell he didn't quite believe her, though she was telling the truth. "Smart and well traveled. Sounds like the perfect life."

Again, Katie did not like the tone in his voice as he said what he said, but she decided against saying anything. Soon AJ was asking her all sorts of questions about living in London, and others took to their own conversations. At times they would all blend into one when Katie would tell a funny story from her travels or share the knowledge she had about certain subjects.

"Man, if I lived in London, I think I would just go site-seeing every day," AJ commented. "There is just so much to do there. I bet you can't even do everything in a year. And getting to walk out onto the sidewalk and see the London Bridge every day...that's my dream!"

Katie laughed at AJ's comments. "You're right, there is so much to do there," she said. "But the bridge you're talking about...it's actually called the Tower Bridge, because it basically leads directly into the Tower of London. The London Bridge still exists, but it's a lot less glamorous."

"Seriously?" AJ asked, shocked.

"Listen to her AJ," Punk commented suddenly. "She's the scholar, remember?"

Katie looked over at Punk and shot him a glare, definitely not appreciating his tone. She knew Sheamus shouldn't have said anything. She knew that now people would just tease her about it. She hated this feeling.

As the conversation died down an hour later, Punk left the table to go to the washroom. Katie didn't know what possessed her to follow him, but a few moments later she excused herself from the conversation about London she was still having with AJ to follow him and confront him. She waited outside the men's washroom, which was directly beside the women's, so it didn't look too suspicious.

The door opened suddenly and Punk came out, looking at the floor. "Punk," Katie said, loud enough for him to hear.

He looked up with a shocked expression on his face, not knowing why she would be there. "Uh, hey?"

"Listen..." Katie began, trying to sound as strong as she could. "I'm never one to make a big deal out of things like this but...but I'd really appreciate it if you'd stop making comments about my education and life choices. I don't chastise you for not going to college so I don't think you should chastise me for going to college," she said as she noticed a shocked expression on Punk's face. "And, for your information, I had to work my ass off at shitty jobs just so I could actually go to university. I think that should mean something, especially to you."

Punk had a bewildered look on his face and he didn't know what to say. "I'm...I'm sorry," he stumbled over her words. "I didn't...uh, I didn't know..."

"It's not that big of a deal," Katie tried to downplay what she just said. "I worked my ass off and I'm proud of what I've done, much like you. Just don't chastise me for getting an education in school because you got an education in the ring."

Punk was taken aback by her statement but knew where she was coming from. He knew he had been harsh and now he wanted to take it all back. "I'm really sorry," he apologized. "I just have a hard time opening up to new people. Ask your cousin. It was weeks before I stopped commenting on the lack of pigment in his skin."

Katie let out a loud snort as she smiled at the dark haired superstar who towered over her. "So we're good, yeah?" she asked.

"Of course we are," Punk said as they walked back to the group together.