The crowd was pumping, the atmosphere there almost electric. In the male locker room, it was very electric.
René and Sylvan were sitting in their corner, their robes and berets sitting beside them, reminding each other about little points in their match that night. The Tricolour sat between them.
"Do you think Sophie knows what goes on by now?"
"I should imagine she does. With a sister like Leila, you'd be stupid not to know what goes on in this business."
They talked amongst themselves for a few more minutes until someone let them know their match was up next.
"Well, time to rock and roll."
René and Sylvan stood up, put on the tag team belts before putting on their robes and berets and picking up the Tricolour and making their way to the ring.
As their music hit and they walked down the ramp towards the ring, René and Sylvan pointed towards Jerry 'the King' Lawler and JR who had special guest commentators in the Dudley Boyz. René acted like a five-year-old instead of the 19-year-old he was and pulled a few faces at them before turning his attention to the ring.
La Resistance entered the ring, with René waving the Tricolour around while Sylvan asked for and received a microphone and proceeded to tell the crowd, in French, that they had to respect two members of the audience that night because they were French. René was looking at Leila who was looking at Sophie before they turned and looked at him. Luckily for them, Sylvan didn't name them or give an indication as to where they were seated.
They moved to the ropes and proceeded to remove their robes and berets, telling the ringside people to give them to the twins to look after. Leila immediately placed one of the berets on her head and held onto the Tricolour. In turn, Sophie placed the other beret on her head, effectively telling the crowd which two members of the audience René and Sylvan were talking about. Not that it worried them. They were quite happy to sit there and take it all in.
During the match, Sophie was wincing quite a lot and Leila was busy telling her not to worry, that it was all for show. Until Sylvan went to hit the Hurricane with the Tricolour (which he had very kindly asked for from Leila one time he was outside the ring) and ended up hitting René instead.
One of Leila's hands flew to her head and the other covered her mouth which was open in shock. She knew what it felt like to be hit on the head with a flag and knew that René would have a massive headache afterwards as well as a sticking plaster covering his wound.
After the TV cameras had finished rolling, Sylvan went back to the ring and got Leila and Sophie to follow him back to the locker room. René was having his wound attended to and didn't look very happy.
"You should watch what you're bloody doing with that thing, Sylvan!"
"It's not my fault that he moved, causing me to hit you with it."
"You two should know that if you do anything like that, it's your partner that cops it, not your opponent. Female I may be, stupid I'm not."
"I don't suppose you'd want to kiss it better?"
"Not with an audience, thank you very much."
René pretended to look a little disappointed and Leila rolled her eyes.
"I'll do it later on. In private. Without the audience."
He had to be content with that. It was bad enough that Sylvan had nearly walked in on them; only, next time, he would make sure that they couldn't be interrupted.
The other superstars floated around the locker room, seeming not to notice that there were two females in the room. In turn, Leila and Sophie didn't notice that most of them were walking around in their birthday suits. They were too busy looking at René and Sylvan.
"Now, you two, especially you, Leila, be honest. What did you think of the show?"
By this stage, they were on the way back to the hotel, Leila stuffing her face with McDonalds and Sophie too busy laughing at whatever Sylvan said.
"The atmosphere is totally different. I mean, it's okay on the TV and that but when you're actually there, watching it live, it just goes off! It's totally awesome! I could get so used to seeing it live every week instead on TV."
"Tell me something, Leila. Every time I see you - or nearly every time I see you - you're busy eating McDonalds or something like that. How is it that you manage to keep so slim after eating all that junk?"
"Either good genes or a fast metabolism. I don't know what. Besides, if it makes you feel any better, our mother says I'll be fat when I'm old."
"Your mother says that?"
Leila nodded, scoffing down the last of her burger and fries before having a long drag of her Coke.
"I keep telling her I'll be a fitness obsessed grandma but I have severe doubts as to whether or not I'll be like that."
René didn't say anything but he knew he was also having severe doubts about Leila being a fitness obsessed grandmother when she was older.
His head hurt where Sylvan had accidentally smacked him with the Tricolour that Sophie was holding and he gingerly touched the sticking plaster covering the wound.
"You'll live."
"Thank you very much, Mademoiselle Leila, for your vote of confidence."
"You're welcome."
René ruffled her hair, only for Leila to flick his hand away, complaining that he was messing her hair. His response was that it was already messy anyway, to which Leila responded with a 'Stone Cold' salute. Sylvan chuckled quietly as did Sophie.
They returned to the hotel, wondering what to do with the rest of the night. Belatedly, Sylvan remembered about the bar tab he and René had won in the first karaoke contest and went into the hotel's club to see if it was possible for them to start making a dent in it.
"We can get drunk tonight. Wouldn't that be a way to end the night?"
René and Sylvan didn't miss the evil looks on Leila and Sophie's faces. Those looks told them that the twins clearly thought it was a good idea to get drunk and that they would still be sober when La Résistance were drunk.
"I take it you two think it's a good idea, then?"
"Yeah. Bring it on, brother."
They played several drinking games involving a deck of cards and several cans of beer, which Leila decided wasn't worth drinking so she had the drinks changed to shots of vodka, another alcoholic beverage she was quite partial to. She noted with some delight that Sylvan was getting very drunk and was mumbling about anything that entered his head. The fact he was very drunk probably had something to do with the fact he constantly lost the drinking games and had to scull large amounts of vodka.
She had been drinking a fair amount of alcohol herself and was only feeling slightly tipsy. Sophie was leaning more towards the drunk side of the scale and René was closer to sober than what she was. Still, Leila was having a good time and that was the main thing.
Such a good time that when she heard one of her favourite songs - Nothing Else Matters by Metallica - she began to sing, nudging Sophie into singing as well, aware that Sylvan was too drunk to do nothing more than nod his head in time to the music and that René had an arm around her shoulders.

So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
and nothing else matters

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters

never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know

So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters

never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know

Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us, something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters

never cared for what they say
never cared for games they play
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
and I know

So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No, nothing else matters

To top the evening off, some of the other superstars entered the club, noting with some delight the state that Sylvan was in.
"I think he knows now not to partake in drinking games that we're involved in," Leila remarked to the Hurricane, indicating the cards that were scattered all over the table haphazardly.
"Besides, it should be René who's written off, not Sylvan. He was the one who got hit with the … what do you call the French flag?"
"The Tricolour. Fairly obvious when you think about. Tricolour - three colours … Besides, I've been smacked over the head with the Tricolour before."
"Answer me this, Frenchie."
Chris Jericho draped an arm around Leila's other shoulder, causing her to screw up her face a little.
"When these two ass clowns say 'We French are intelligent', what do they mean by that?"
"We French are intelligent. We weren't born in America. That would be sacrilege. Besides, we are more knowledgeable. We know where most of the countries in the world are, unlike them. They hate things that hate them. They hate the French. That's their problem, not mine. Now, go away, will you? I want to finish off the vodka."
Chris screwed up his face at Leila and did what he was told, much to her relief. He was one WWE superstar that annoyed the shit out of her and she suspected that he knew it too.
He was back in a few minutes, much to Leila's disgust.
"I want to challenge you to a drinking contest, Miss Frenchie. I bet I could outdrink you."
"She did tell you to leave her alone a few minutes ago, ass clown. I suggest you leave and, while you're at it, take some body language classes. Her body language is telling me she doesn't like you. This explains the fact she's leaning closer to me than she is to you."
"Oh, go fuck yourself!" Chris spat out in disgust and stormed off, annoyed that his attempt of showing his superior drinking ability had been thwarted. René chuckled before casting a brief glance at Sylvan, who had nodded off in his chair. He nudged Leila who smirked evilly.
She hunted around in her bag for something and came out with a small make-up purse.
"This will teach Sylvan for getting so drunk he fell asleep in the club. And I hope someone here has a camera handy. We'll need lots of photographic evidence."
Everyone was curious as to what Leila was about to do to Sylvan but they quickly realised when she opened up the make-up purse to reveal the most horrible make-up you could ever find.
René sat with the other superstars and watched as Leila and Sophie proceeded to turn Sylvan into a work of art or a freak show, depending on your thinking. They put horrifically bright blue eye shadow, bright red lipstick, and followed that up with lots of outrageously bright orange blusher and some green mascara that Leila had forgotten she had.
Once they had finished that, they proceeded to take photos of their crime and of everyone with Sylvan.
"There's a one hour photo shop down the road. I'll take this there tomorrow morning and then we can really embarrass him!"
René knew that once Sylvan saw those photos, he would be absolutely horrified but that was what happened if you got so drunk you fell asleep in the hotel's club …