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Spoilers/Summary: See first chapter.

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Miami Beach, Florida

When the group arrived to the appointed hotel and subsequently split up to find their hotel rooms; Bischoff informed them that the photo shoot would be taking place first. Next would be the team activities, an hour to rest before they had the farewell dinner. He also mentioned that everything -sans the photo shoot- would be filmed. Of course, for the most part they had been expecting that.. Vince had mentioned from the get go that their tour would be televised. Whatever the case, they all found themselves in one hallway- the Diva's on one side while the guys were opposite them. As promised their attire for the farewell dinner was waiting in their rooms; along with the necessary attire for both the photo shoot and the team competitions. And although a few were a bit surprised at the evening wear.. The photo shoot wardrobe was expected.

"If I have to see another skimpy bikini again.." Victoria complained as she waltzed through a connecting door. "It'll be all too soon."

Dawn Marie shook her head, "Well we'll hafta get used to it Vikki.. I mean, did you see how many photo shoots we're scheduled for? Not to mention how many exotic places? Of course we're gonna be in bikinis."

The raven haired Diva rolled her eyes, "You know what I meant."

The brunette nodded, the two falling silent as they walked through the next connecting door.

"This is where we're gathering?" Dawn queried as she and Victoria entered Trish's hotel room. "And are we all as pleased with our bikinis as Vikki?"

Torrie made a face, "I guess it could be a lot worse, but honestly? I'm getting pretty sick of these bikini shoots."

Trish shrugged her shoulders as she tied her bikini top. "So long as we're not expected to pose nude or anything.."

"This is close enough to it," Victoria gestured down to the skimpy string bikini she was sporting. "Vince might as well start his own version of Playboy."

"He already has," Lita pointed out wryly as she tied a sarong skirt around her waist. "It's called the Women's Division."

Trish nodded solemnly, "Sad.. But unfortunately true. The women's division is almost down to nothing."

"No kidding," Victoria crossed her arms over her chest, "And instead of doing anything productive about it, they push forward funding for the stupid Diva Search."

Torrie shrugged her shoulders lightly, "Some of the new girls aren't all that bad though.."

"Whatever," Dawn stated with a toss of her hair, "Where are we having this photo shoot anyways?"

Silence fell over the hotel room, broken when a sharp knock was heard at the door.

"Ladies-" one of the crew members stuck her head in, "You're needed poolside.. And then its off to the beach for a bit to get the remaining shots. After that, you come back here to change for the team competitions."

"Right." Trish offered a short smile as she grabbed her sunglasses, "Let's get a move on then.."

A tad reluctantly, the Diva's exited the hotel room to head towards the pool. And of course, the guys just happened to be at poolside- the only one not present out of the traveling group was Bischoff.

"Okay," the photographer began as the Diva's lined up on the concrete. "I'm going to start with Torrie, so the rest of you can breathe easy for a bit.. We're only taking a few shots here- un posed- before we head to the beach."

"How comforting," Lita muttered under her breath as she, Trish, Dawn and Victoria settled themselves on the lounge chairs. "So- are any of you having fun yet?"

Chris raised an eyebrow as he approached, "Something wrong girls?"

Trish raised an eyebrow at the blonde man, "Just the usual.."

"Ahh," He smiled knowingly as he perched on the edge of one of the lounge chairs. "The usual what?"

Victoria rolled her eyes, "It's like this at every photo shoot.." the raven haired Diva toyed with her hair, "Only we usually have more than one photographer so we're not waiting as long."

"I see.." Chris spared a glance back to the pool, "You up for a game of Marco Polo or volleyball while you wait?"

The Diva's exchanged a look. The photographer hadn't said they were to stay put in that exact spot..

"Sure," Lita grinned as she tugged her red locks into a ponytail. "Been awhile since I've kicked your butt anyway."

"Keep dreaming." Chris shook his head as he stood, offering hands to Victoria and Trish. "I beat you last time, remember?"

The redhead rolled her eyes, "You did not, doofus. I beat you."

"No," Chris corrected, a hand threading through his blonde locks. "I beat you."

Lita opened her mouth to retort, but soon found herself being hefted over someone's shoulder.

"He beat you Li." Christian informed her with a smirk. "I was there.."

"Oh like you're a really reliable source." the Diva scowled, "Put me down!"

Dawn shook her head as she lowered herself into the pool. "So.. Marco Polo or volleyball?"

"Whatever," Trish replied as she used the steps. "Looks like Torrie should be done soon though so.."

"Jerk!" Lita exclaimed as she was unceremoniously dumped into the pool. "How about we play drown the superhero?"

Christian rolled his eyes as he jumped into the pool. "Take a joke, will ya?"

"Vikki?" Torrie sent a look to the Diva in question, "The photographer says you're up next."

The raven haired Diva rolled her eyes, "Alright.." she pulled her hair upwards into a messy ponytail. "Guess I'll see you guys in a bit."

"We're playing Marco Polo." Eddie explained to the blonde woman. "You up for a game?"

Torrie shrugged in turn, lowering herself into the pool after she had deposited her sunglasses on a lounge chair.

………

As it were, they -Eddie, Chris, Christian, Rey, John, Randy, Trish, Lita, Dawn and Torrie- at least managed to get the game started before Victoria returned to fetch the brunette. The raven haired Diva took her place, the game continuing on in that manner until the last Diva was up for her photo shoot. And throughout it all, Triple H sat off to the side, observing the festivities with an annoyed glare. He would have continued doing so and was content to remain that way. That was until Lita returned - the last of the Diva's- and when she jumped back into the pool; Eddie, Chris and Christian got out. The three in turn moved to the opposite side of the pool- timing their jumps so that a wave of water was sent over the sunbathing Triple H. It was then that Lita informed her fellow Diva's that they weren't doing the extra beach shot.. And instead the lot of them were to get back to their hotel rooms to get ready for the team competitions.

"Since you have all the details and all.." Rey sent a questioning look to their supervisor. "What exactly are we doing?"

Bischoff motioned to the beach before them. "As you can see.. This is a team competition. Events are as follows: You start with two team events, then you'll have one set of relay races, one obstacle course, and finally- the tug of war."

"Team events?"

"See those?" Bischoff nodded to two sets of long planks. The planks almost resembled oversized skis, with Velcro straps for to keep their feet in place. "That's for the team event.. You'll 'race' from this point." He paused to gesture to one set of orange cones, "To that point," another pause to gesture to a further set of cones fifty yards away. "

Chris regarded their supervisor skeptically, "And the second?"

"Pass the orange." Bischoff explained with a yawn, "You'll take spots along the 'race' course and to put it simply- you can't drop the orange.."

Triple H rolled his eyes, "Well that's just stupid."

"You can't use any body part below the neck." Bischoff elaborated then. "So, if you all are ready, please take your places for the first team event."

Trish sent a look to those on her team -Randy, Rey, Victoria, John and Lita- as they grouped around one set of planks. "How about we go.. Tallest to shortest?"

Lita scrunched up her nose, "If we do that.. We might risk being off balance somewhere weight wise.. Why don't we do shortest Diva to tallest Diva, then shortest guy to tallest guy? We'll alternate every other."

The raven haired woman nodded her agreement, "That works.. So I guess I'm near the back then?"

"Mmm," Trish confirmed as she moved towards the front. "You and Randy at the back, Li and John take the middle while me and Rey take the front."

The team lined up accordingly, Trish taking the front spot while Rey stood behind her. Lita was next, followed by John, then Victoria while Randy took the final spot. And no sooner had they all strapped their feet in and tried to stand- did the group go tumbling to the side. It took them a good minute before they were situated properly.. Trish noting with a smirk that the other team hadn't even lined up yet.

Trish sent a look back to the team, "Put your hands on the person in front of you.. Either hips or shoulders. It'll help us keep the balance while we win."

Victoria nodded, the raven haired woman sparing a glance to the other team then. Their lineup was a bit different than theirs- Hunter taking the lead while Eddie took the final spot. Dawn was behind Hunter, Christian behind her while Torrie was between Christian and Chris.

"On your marks." Bischoff began as soon as both teams were ready. "Get set.. Go!"

"Start with the right," Trish stated as she started off, the plank lifting slightly as the team set off. "Keep the pace steady."

"For crying out loud, I said right." Triple H rolled his eyes, "Morons get it together."

"We're halfway there." Victoria declared with a grin, "I think we're gonna win!"

"Ya know Hunter, if you'd stop whining at us, we might have a good chance." Dawn scowled as their team righted themselves from their most recent fall. "This is a team competition for a reason you know."

"Just a few more yards," Lita stated as she eyed the orange cones before them. "We've so got this in the bag."

"And your winners- Team A."

"Idiots," Hunter scowled as the other team crossed the finish line. "We lost."

"Yeah?" Chris snorted, "That's because we have the worlds worst team captain."

"Once you all are ready," Bischoff stretched his arms overhead; an orange in each hand. "We'll get the second team race started."

"Alright.. This one- I think it'll make sense to line up like we did before." Trish sent a look to her team mates as they removed the Velcro. "Or should we go shortest to tallest?"

"Before works," Randy stated with a shrug, "I mean- we crossed the finish line with plenty of sand to spare."

The blonde woman nodded, "Alright.. I'll go get the orange, Randy? You take the last spot closest to the cones.. We'll need the tallest person to take the final few yards."

Their team lined up accordingly, John noting that the other team was using a different lineup than before. While Triple H still took the first spot, this time around Christian took the final spot. Dawn and Torrie were in the middle of the line- Eddie behind Christian while Chris was the second team member. Both groups stood so they were more or less shoulder to shoulder.. Even though there were a few yards separating themselves. And when Triple H and Trish returned to their spots with the orange tucked beneath their chins- the race was on. The passing of the orange from Hunter to Chris proved to be that team's biggest obstacle- while Lita was finding it a tad difficult to maneuver herself into position to pass the orange to John. As it were, the two teams were nearly tied as the oranges passed to the final team members.. Trish's strategy falling into place as Randy just crossed the finish line before Christian.

"For this next race.." Bischoff held up two lengths of rope in one hand, "You'll need two people for a three legged race, two people for a wheelbarrow race and.." He nodded down to two beach balls. "You'll need two people to handle this.. Body parts below the waist only."

Lita frowned thoughtfully, "We'll need pretty evenly matched people in height for the three legged race.. And for that last part. The wheelbarrow one just requires better arm strength."

Victoria nodded then, "How about you and Trish take the three legged race.. Me and Rey can take the last one."

The redhead sent a questioning look between John and Randy. "Does that sound agreeable to y'all?"

"Whatever." John stated with a shrug, "I just wanna get this whole thing over with ya know? Relax a little bit."

"Take your places." Bischoff informed them all, Trish and Lita taking one length of rope while Chris and Christian took another.

"On your marks." John and Randy situated themselves at the cones down the beach, Eddie and Triple H opposite them.

"Get set.. Go!"

The relay races were off accordingly; Chris and Christian taking an early lead before the two tripped over their combined feet. The two Diva's smiled smugly as they passed, barely keeping upright before they reached John and Randy. They started easily, Triple H and Eddie just closing in on them.. And the two teams reached the final leg of the race in a tie. The beach ball was positioned between knees, Victoria and Rey keeping their eyes focused on the far set of orange cones as they sidestepped along the course. That race ended in a tie, the teams shaking hands before they set off to the waiting obstacle course. They kept their runners the same as they had from the orange race; Trish easily passing Hunter in the first obstacle- a crawl through tunnel. Next up was a limbo bar, followed by tires, another limbo bar, another tunnel and finally a short set of weave poles. The obstacle course resulted in another victory for Team A, the groups then moving to the tug of war rope that was positioned over a mud pit. For this last part of the competition, Team A situated themselves from tallest to shortest for the Diva's and shortest to tallest for the guys- reasoning that the leverage needed to be towards the back. Rey found himself opposite Hunter, a smug smile on the blonde man's face as the tug of war began. The teams remained evenly matched until a suggestion filtered through Team A.. the rope slackened just slightly and when Team B thought they had the victory; they dug their heels in and pulled as hard as they could.

"Alright," Bischoff stated as Team B picked themselves out of the mud pit. "You've got roughly two hours before the farewell dinner. Use your time wisely and please back to the hotel no later than 6:30." their supervisor left shortly after, the traveling group left to their own devices for the next two hours.

"I need a shower," Dawn stated ruefully as she parted her muddy locks, "Thanks a lot Li."

The redhead grinned impishly, "I'm gonna hit the water.. All that hard work." she waved over her shoulder as she skittered off, Trish not far behind.

"I'm heading back to the hotel." Torrie stated wryly, "But I guess congratulations are in order.."

"I'll be in the water," Victoria stated with a grin, the raven haired Diva picking up one of the beach balls as she made her way down to the shore.

"We owe them some payback," Chris suggested to his Canadian brethren. "Eddie my friend- you are more than welcome to join us."

"I'm there holmes," Eddie wiped the mud from his forehead. "And Rey-Rey? You better watch your back, essa."

The cruiserweight rolled his eyes, peeling off his t-shirt as he made his way towards the water. Triple H scowled as he made his way back to the hotel, John and Randy opting for the water option shortly after. And not long after they arrived did a small game of 'volleyball' start in the shallower water; Lita and Trish further out in the waves with Christian and Chris. The group remained their until they had half an hour left; figuring that would be an ample amount of time for pre-dinner preparations.