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Holiday

She fidgeted with the strap of her swimming suit top, pursing her lips in the shabby mirror that was leaning against the wall. She adjusted the front for the hundredth time with a sigh.

"Oh stop it, would you," her friend said, emerging from the bathroom of the hostel. "You look fine. Jesus Christ." She rolled her eyes, throwing a towel at her dark-haired friend. "Faith, if you looked bad, I would tell you. Because I wouldn't want to be seen with you." She grinned cheekily, draping her own towel over her shoulder. "How do I look?"

Faith scoffed. "Aubree, you look great. As always." Aubree came to stand next to Faith, putting an arm around her shoulders with some difficulty. Faith was a good six inches taller than her friend, reaching only to 5"7" though. Aubree was an adorable woman, short with long dark blonde hair and striking blue eyes. She was confident with an air of mystery around her, something Faith could never pull off. She always felt awkward, being so much taller and bigger. She crossed one leg in front of the other, grunting as she scrutinized her large thighs. "I changed my mind. I'm not going."

"Oh shut it. You're going. We are in Cannes, and we are going to the beach dammit." She shoved Faith lightly to look at herself in the mirror. She pressed her breasts together in her navy blue halter top. "I am going to pick up a hot French guy. Just you wait." Faith sighed in response, knowing full well that Aubree probably would pick someone up. She grabbed a sheer zip-up cover and pulled it over her dark green swimming suit with a bandeau top and hipster bottoms. "Ready?" Aubree asked, throwing Faith a look. She slung a bag over her shoulder, packed with their things for the beach.

"Yes," she replied with a pout. Honestly, they really were best friends.

"Ten minutes from the beach, my ass!" Aubree huffed, throwing their bag down on the sand. "Now I'm too tired to look at all the sexy men."

Faith rolled her eyes. "Really?" She glanced around the beach, surmising that European people were far more comfortable with their bodies than Americans. A group of French men walked by the pair, smirking and elbowing each other as they passed. A particularly handsome man winked at Faith as her breath caught in her chest. She smirked, suddenly feeling a little more confident about the way she looked.

Her friend paid the men no heed as she arranged her towel, preparing to lay down. "I need to rest. Tell me if I'm missing something good." Faith sighed, knowing it would do no good to argue. It seemed ridiculous - she was the one who didn't want to come in the first place, now she was annoyed at her friend's lack of enthusiasm. She put her towel down next to Aubree's prone figure and sat down, stretching her legs out in front of her. At least the view was good.

"Ha! Are you sure you should be out in the sun, bro?" Matt said, running a hand over his hair as he took in the view. He stumble to the side with a laugh as his companion shoved him roughly.

"Yeah, 'bro', I think I can handle the sun." He narrowed his green eyes. "Yer such a tosser," he muttered. Crossing his arms over his broad chest, he glared half-heartedly as Matt righted himself in the sand.

"I'm just saying, you don't want to get kicked off the roster because they can't call you The Great White anymore." He chuckled to himself. "The Great Lobster wouldn't be as catchy."

"Oi, shove off!" He let his gaze fall over the beach, sighing. "Yer not gonna ruin me holiday." He threw his arm out to the side, smacking Matt full in the chest.

"Ugh! Stephen, shit," he sputtered, doubling over. "This is the last time I'm going anywhere with you." He rubbed his chest gingerly. "Leave it in the ring, bro." He shot a look at Stephen, standing back up and looking over the beach. "Now, seriously, this is a vacation. Let's have some fun." He winked at the tall, pale man next to him and received an eye roll in return. He smirked, still rubbing his chest and scanned the crowds. "Now, here we go," he said, nudging Stephen in the ribs. "Those two, eh?"

Stephen sighed, following his gaze to two girls laying out on the sand. "Really Matt? Yer gonna do that?"

"What? Hit on a couple of hot girls? Yes. Yes I am." He started walking in the direction of the women, glancing over his shoulder at the other man. "More for me then."

"Not likely!" Stephen grunted, jogging a bit to catch up. "Just... don't be a prick."

"What?" he said, feigning offence. "Matt Cardona is not a prick. Zack Ryder, yes, but not me. Shit, I'm just that good of an actor, son."

Stephen stopped walking, tilting his head to the side. "See, right there, yer being a prick." Matt let out a hearty laugh.

"Fine, fine, I'll be good," he said, holding his hands up to show his innocence. "Now come on, before someone else swoops in." Stephen sighed dejectedly as Matt literally strutted up to the women, smiling down at them as he approached.

Faith narrowed her eyes as a pair of men walked towards them. She nudged Aubree's arm frantically, trying not to look like she was freaking out. It was a trick of the sun or the heat was getting to her. That's all. "Aubree," she hissed, "get up." The shorter of the two stopped just short of their towels, smiling cockily at her. "Now," she added in a whisper, jabbing her quickly in the side.

"Hey there," he said, smirking. Aubree's head snapped up at the sound of his voice, pushing herself up off her towel, all the the while staring openly at the tanned, muscular man before them. Faith glanced towards the second man, her breath catching in her chest. No, she thought to herself, shaking her head, it can't be. He smiled, almost apologetically at her, rubbing the back of his neck with one of his massive hands. "How are you ladies doing? I'm Matt."

Aubree, now up on her knees, held out a hand to him. "Great now," she said boldly, "I'm Aubree. This is Faith." She threw a thumb in Faith's direction. "You have a great tan!"

Faith rolled her eyes. Leave it to Aubree, she thought, amused.

"Ha, thanks," Matt grinned. "Now, the same can't be said for my friend." He nodded his head towards the pale man.

"I'm Stephen," he said in his thick Irish accent. He held his hand out to Faith, which she took hesitantly. He bent down, bringing her knuckles to his lips and kissing them softly. She smiled shyly, flushing as his lips lingered on her skin. "Faith is a lovely name, lass."

"Thank you," she said, breathlessly. She took her hand back, noting the tingling sensations coursing through her body. She turned to look at Aubree and Matt, surprised to find he had settled himself down on Aubree's towel, and they were discussing the likelihood of a good surfing tide. Stephen was lowering himself to the ground as Faith's heart clenched. "Wait!"

All eyes shifted to Faith; Aubree's flashing dangerously, as if to warn her not to screw this up for her. Faith opened her mouth slowly, looking back and forth between Matt and Stephen. She bit down on her lip roughly.

A/N: This is my first go at a WWE universe fanfiction! Look, I know it's unlikely that Stephen Farrelly and Matt Cardona would be friends, but that's what's funny about it. Plus, it's all fantasy anyways, might as well have fun with it. Let me know what you think! I thought I would just keep it short for this first chapter to get a feel for it! Thanks!