Post by Wylde Hunt on Jul 3, 2017 13:08:23 GMT -6
It was near closing time and the Kolodruma in Plovdiv was empty. Well almost. A snooker billiard show would be going down here on Wednesday and the staff was already busy setting up the tables and the tech equipment but all the orange seats were empty and neatly folded up.
Honey Hunt looked down at the center of the arena. July 9th there would be a wrestling ring in the middle of the multi-purpose linoleum rectangle and the whole fraggin´ world would change for that chick from Alabama who used to live in a camping van.
Truth be told it had already changed and the show hadn´t been begun yet. Honey had come to Bulgaria on the expense account of EWC PRIME and she was afforded to see a part of the world she´d never seen otherwise.
Bulgaria wasn´t anything like she had expected. For her Kosovo, Balkans and Eastern Europe had been synonymous with civil war and unrest. But there was no war here, no bombed-out buildings and soldiers. Plovdiv was a beautiful old city with a Roman theatre and an ancient stadium dating back to the Roman Empire. It was a place as beautiful as anything Honey had ever seen. So okay, few people spoke English and the Cyrillic letters didn´t really help much either but Honey had found a very nice lady at the reception of her hotel who spoke enough English to help her get around. Ivanka had even been so kind as to draw colored routes and markings into Honey´s city map and write notes down for her to give to the taxi drivers when Honey wanted to visit a special location like this one.
The city had a vibrant nightlife too, one Honey would stay away from. She felt the owed the company and the fans nothing less than train her ass off every day and that was exactly what she did. No long nights, no alcohol, no partying, sorry.
Of course there were parts of town where Ivanka had advised Honey not to go as not to invite trouble, mostly Stoliponovo a part of the city where the still discriminated Gypsies lived. Nothing was perfect, not even here. The economy hat suffered in the last twenty-five years or so, Honey had gathered that much but the town and the country they weren´t nearly as desolate as she would have expected it
Chances were that USA Steel with their trip to the Kosovo had it worse. A middle-aged man from the house staff approached Honey and said something to her in Bulgarian. She didn´t udnerstanda word but when she tapped her wrist watch he nodded. She he knew. It was time to leave, the place was closing down for the public for today.
The show was still a thing of the future.
It would be her show.
Honey Hunt looked down at the center of the arena. July 9th there would be a wrestling ring in the middle of the multi-purpose linoleum rectangle and the whole fraggin´ world would change for that chick from Alabama who used to live in a camping van.
Truth be told it had already changed and the show hadn´t been begun yet. Honey had come to Bulgaria on the expense account of EWC PRIME and she was afforded to see a part of the world she´d never seen otherwise.
Bulgaria wasn´t anything like she had expected. For her Kosovo, Balkans and Eastern Europe had been synonymous with civil war and unrest. But there was no war here, no bombed-out buildings and soldiers. Plovdiv was a beautiful old city with a Roman theatre and an ancient stadium dating back to the Roman Empire. It was a place as beautiful as anything Honey had ever seen. So okay, few people spoke English and the Cyrillic letters didn´t really help much either but Honey had found a very nice lady at the reception of her hotel who spoke enough English to help her get around. Ivanka had even been so kind as to draw colored routes and markings into Honey´s city map and write notes down for her to give to the taxi drivers when Honey wanted to visit a special location like this one.
The city had a vibrant nightlife too, one Honey would stay away from. She felt the owed the company and the fans nothing less than train her ass off every day and that was exactly what she did. No long nights, no alcohol, no partying, sorry.
Of course there were parts of town where Ivanka had advised Honey not to go as not to invite trouble, mostly Stoliponovo a part of the city where the still discriminated Gypsies lived. Nothing was perfect, not even here. The economy hat suffered in the last twenty-five years or so, Honey had gathered that much but the town and the country they weren´t nearly as desolate as she would have expected it
Chances were that USA Steel with their trip to the Kosovo had it worse. A middle-aged man from the house staff approached Honey and said something to her in Bulgarian. She didn´t udnerstanda word but when she tapped her wrist watch he nodded. She he knew. It was time to leave, the place was closing down for the public for today.
The show was still a thing of the future.
It would be her show.
