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As soon as Rey, Chris, John and Lita were settled in the V.I.P lounge; Bischoff informed the wary crew of their next duties for the evening. He reminded them first, this would be the last segment they filmed before the cruise tomorrow.. Thus, it had to be perfect. The acting supervisor then went on to explain the list of 'expected film segments'. First on the list, would be a champagne toast in the V.I.P. lounge. He had the 'honor' of making that toast, most of the traveling group making faces in annoyance. Next, of course, would be the actual dancing part. At this point, Bischoff nodded downstairs to the crowded dance floor.. He then directed their attention to a separate room where several couples were sashaying easily to upbeat Salsa music. Much to their chagrin, they learned they would be in that dance room and not on the dance floor. Bischoff explained they would have one half hour lesson before the filming started.. And one hour -at bare minimum- of the ensuing dancing would be filmed. After that, they were free to either come back to the V.I.P. lounge or head to the main dance floor. That would all depend on what list they were one, Bischoff elaborating just as the champagne arrived.

"Now.." The acting supervisor cleared his throat, "You are allowed to come back up here.. But only in half hour shifts. First on the list is: Chris, Christian, Victoria and Rey. Torrie, Eddie, John and Lita- you four are next." His eyes fell next on the designated 'couples'. "I'm afraid you four have no choice.."

Dawn smoothed out her dress, leaning back on the plush couch cushions. "So, we're going to done here.."

"Two and a half hours at minimum," Bischoff also sat back, a glass of champagne set before him. "The cruise ship departs tomorrow afternoon at 4:00 p.m. Guys- you're day is free until noon.. Ladies- you're expected to be poolside at 11:00 a.m."

Victoria groaned, "We have another photo shoot?"

Bischoff nodded, "Just a small one this time.. Then you meet with the guys for lunch and to 'explore' Miami. Trish, Dawn, Randy and Hunter- you four will be accompanied by a cameraman.. While the rest of you will have two photographers. I shouldn't have to say this but: be on your best behavior."

Chris raised a hand, "Excuse me.. Mr. Bischoff, but.. Uh, what are we going to be doing for our 'free' time?"

The acting supervisor nodded first to Victoria, Rey, John and Lita. "You four will be taking a trip to the Everglades.. Eddie, Chris, Christian and Torrie.. You five are heading to Little Havana."

"And us?" Trish gestured between herself, Randy, Dawn and Hunter. "What are we doing?"

"Rest and relaxation at Miami Beach." Bischoff cleared his throat, picking up his glass of champagne. "While you all are out and about, your bags will be taken to the dock. You'll each have a driver with you tomorrow to ensure we don't miss the departure time."

The lot of them groaned, picking up their champagne glasses in turn. And given, more than a few were about ready to bail.. They sat through the farewell speech, quite downing the champagne when Bischoff was finished.

"Now, off to your lessons." Bischoff stood, opening the door to the V.I.P. lounge. "And remember- only the best. This is all going on film.. Oh and before you all leave.. Chris and Rey.. You two have no assigned dance partner."

Eddie raised an eyebrow, "What about me?"

Their supervisor nodded to Torrie, "The lovely Miss Wilson will be your partner."

Latino Heat wiggled his eyebrows then, offering an arm to Torrie. "Well then mamacita, let's go cut a rug."

"Victoria, Christian." Bischoff nodded to the two in turn, "Lets try to put some effort into this please."

"We'll do our best," the raven haired woman stated dryly. "I can't make any guarantees that we'll be any good.."

"Ah.. It's no sweat," Christian waved it off as he offered an arm to the Diva. "I mean.. how hard can it be?"

"Now, you two.." their supervisor turned his attention to the last two remaining, "I expect for the two of you to be on your best behavior.. I realize that might be a little hard for you both, but please.. Do try."

Lita rolled her eyes, "So long as he doesn't step on my feet.. We'll be fine."

John rolled his eyes at the redhead, "An' how do I know you ain't gonna step on my feet?"

The two started to move, but were halted when Bischoff cleared his throat. "John? Shouldn't you be offering your arm to escort her?"

The two smiled wryly to each other, then to Bischoff before proceeding with his request.. And as they walked down the stairs to the main floor, twin sighs of relief were emitted.

"I swear, Bischoff is so close to having my high heel stuck where the sun don't shine."

The brown haired wrestler snorted, "I wouldn't blame ya if ya did.. Matter of fact? I'd be right there helping ya."

The redheaded Diva chuckled softly, "It'll be something to occupy our 'free' time.. Planning the many ways to torture Bischoff."

John shook his head, "Woman- by the sounds of it? We ain't gonna have much free time. Seems like every single minute is planned out."

"I suppose," Lita conceded as the two joined the rest of the traveling group. "But, there's always the time we're on the plane, plus at the hotels and whatever."

"Now," a woman began from the head of the room. "We're going to learn the basic Salsa step. It is quite simple really, so long as you pay attention." She took her partners hand, the two facing each other but addressing the group. "First, we work on your stance."

"Notice," her dance partner began as he addressed the gentlemen. "There are two ways to go about this." First, he took her right hand in his left. "This does not change, so first take your partners right hand in your left hand." He paused, waiting until they had all complied before he held up his right arm. "Now, one way is to put your right hand on your partner's left shoulder blade.. No, not the shoulder, shoulder blade."

"Step on my feet and I will hurt you," Victoria warned her dance partner as they settled into the basic stance. "That is your only warning."

"The other way," the woman began. "Is to have your partners right forearm against your lower back. However you choose to do this, remember- only your lower body moves. Keep the upper body straight throughout the dance. Unless you choose to do this." Their instructors demonstrated a quick dip, "And this dance is fiery, passionate.. Do not keep too much distance between yourself and your partner."

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The instructors demonstrated, while the group chose to stick with the first arm posture shown. And once that had been settled, the instructors proceeded to demonstrate the basic steps. Meanwhile, from the safety of the V.I.P. lounge; Chris, Rey and Bischoff observed. From their vantage point, they realized that the scripted couples were having the least amount of success in the salsa lessons. Not that the other three 'couples' were faring any better.. But they were, for the most part, doing much better than the scripted pairs. Of them all, Eddie and Torrie seemed to be faring the best with Christian and Victoria coming in a distant second. Chris had lost count of the number of times that Randy had stepped on Trish's feet while the current tally for Hunter was up to ten. And while Chris and Rey observed the scripted couples, Christian, Victoria, Eddie and Torrie; Bischoff kept a close vigil over John and Lita. The acting supervisor was in the belief that, those two would be his biggest problem. Why, McMahon had thought putting them together was a good idea was beyond him.. But, he really couldn't do a damn thing about that now, except watch them as closely as possible to make sure they didn't do anything stupid.

"That wasn't so bad," Torrie commented as the room filled with more couples. "I doubt I'd sign up to take more lessons, but it wasn't that bad."

Victoria shrugged from a few feet away, "I guess it wasn't that bad.. But-"

"Oh come on," Christian rolled his eyes good naturedly. "I didn't step on your feet, I haven't stepped on your feet. I mean sure, this isn't my exact definition of fun but.. It wasn't that bad."

"Speak for yourselves, Vikki and Torrie." Trish commented dryly. "At least your dance partners don't have two left feet."

The Legend Killer pouted playfully, "I have never claimed that I knew how to dance. And especially not Salsa dance, okay? So, it's not my strong point-"

"But stepping on your dance partner's feet is."

"I'm sorry." Randy half shrugged, "I warned you when this all started- I can't dance."

"Don't feel too bad about it, Randy." Dawn raised an eyebrow at her dance partner, "Twinkle toes here isn't much better."

Hunter scoffed, "I wine and I dine.. But I do not dance."

The New Jersey native snorted, "That's for damn sure.. You stepped on my feet I don't know how many times."

Torrie shook her head, glancing around for the last pair. "Li? What's your vote on this?"

"Well," Lita began as she was dipped low, "I guess it wasn't too bad.."

Dawn raised an eyebrow in slight interest, "What's this? Lita has no complaints?"

The redheaded Diva half shrugged, "I didn't get my feet stepped on.. So no, I'd have to say I have no complaints."

"Yeah," John smirked, "That's because you stepped on my feet."

"Not my fault, you have two left feet."

The West Newbury native snorted, "Oh so it's my fault then? If you had just let me lead-"

"You weren't doing any good." Lita cut him off swiftly, "I just chose to take matters into my own hands."

Hunter raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk on his face. "You let her lead?"

John scoffed, "She threatened me!"

"I didn't threaten.." Lita huffed, "I bargained."

Dawn snickered, "Uh huh.. And did this 'bargaining' include any promises of bodily harm?"

"Wellll…"

"So you threatened." Dawn stated matter of factly. "Li, we haven't even started this world tour and yet.."

"Oh, we're doing fine." Lita stated breezily. "We're just trying to reach an understanding.. I'm right, bottom line.. Once that fact has been established and he realizes it-"

"I don't think so." John cut her off shortly. "I ain't really had a chance to read through that script much.. But uh, if you an' I are gonna be working together? We need to establish a few rules."

The redhead nodded, "Which is exactly what I was just saying.. You just need to understand a few things and we'll get along just fine."

Randy shook his head at the two, "I wonder why McMahon didn't cast the two of you in a scripted romance."

"Isn't it obvious?" Hunter mused before either John or Lita could say a word. "They'd have a problem right from the get go trying to figure out who wears the pants."

John glared, "Anyway.." he turned his attention shortly back to his dance partner. "We have a few more minutes or whateva in here.. Can you at least cut me some slack an' let me lead?"

"You are," Lita stated blandly. "And since you started leading, you've stepped on my feet with each passing beat."

The brown haired wrestler rolled his eyes, "An'? You stepped on my feet just as much, if not more."

"Anyway," Trish interjected herself into the conversation before the redhead could retort. "Why don't the two of you just agree to disagree and shut up so the rest of us can enjoy the night, hmm?"

Lita stuck out her tongue, but didn't bother to reply as the song came to an end.

"Alright," Bischoff cleared his throat as he entered the back room. "One more dance and then you all can head out to the main dance floor.. Or up to the V.I.P room if you're in the first group to go."

"Thank goodness," Christian and Victoria uttered in unison.

"Lucky ducks," Dawn grumbled under her breath when Bischoff left. "I don't see why we have to stay out on the dance floor when you all get off easy."

Lita half shrugged, "Well it's not like Bischoff said you had to stay on the dance floor.." The Sanford resident nodded towards the dance floor in question. "There's a few dart boards and a pool table there.. All Bischoff said was that you couldn't go back to the V.I.P. room."

"I suppose," the brunette Diva conceded with a small nod. "It's an option anyway.. I just don't feel like staying on the dance floor all night long."

"Technically, we ain't gonna be here all night long." John smirked, twirling the redheaded woman outwards. "We're only gonna be here for another two hours or so."

The redheaded Diva glared, "What did I say about doing that, huh? In case you forgot, Cena.. I'm wearing a short skirt."

He kept his face serious, though blue eyes twinkled mischievously. "I didn' forget.."

"Now, Li.. The song is almost over." Trish began, an eyebrow raising at the redhead. "Lets try and get through this without anymore violence, okay?"

Lita rolled her eyes in response, stomping on John's foot as they finished out the last Salsa dance. And no sooner had the song ended, did Victoria and Christian retreat quickly to the V.I.P. room.

The others, since they had no choice in the matter, joined the fast moving crowd on the main dance floor. En route, the Diva's fell victim to cat calls and whistles.. A few men daring enough to slap a passing ass.

Hunter crossed his arms over his chest, the New Jersey native pushed behind him. "Now look, kid.. I'm going to give you a choice- either you can apologize to my date or I'll beat the apology out of you."

Dawn chuckled nervously, "Hunter. .really, it's not a big deal."

"Oh, I think it is." Randy stated from his spot to Hunter's left, blue eyes scrutinizing the three would be ass slappers. "Apologize to the ladies or we will beat the apologies out of you."

Trish raised an eyebrow from behind the Legend Killer. "And just what makes you think that me, Dawn and Li aren't capable enough of kicking their assess without your help?"

"We didn't say that," Randy replied to the blonde though his gaze was still fixed ahead. "But, this is a 'date' and-"

"And so you three would rather make a scene instead of letting us handle it?" Lita rolled her eyes, stepping between Hunter and John. Hazel eyes narrowed at the three drunkards before her. "Look- apologize to me and my friends here or I will shove my high heel where the sun don't shine."

John shook his head, "An' you said we were makin' a scene."

Lita gave him the one fingered salute, her arms crossing shortly as she kept her attention trained on the three drunk men before her. Dawn and Trish soon joined the redhead in her efforts, the three Diva's finally getting their apologies from the drunk men. And after that had been squared away, the six joined Torrie and Eddie in the middle of the crowded dance floor. Thankfully for them all, the rest of the evening proceeded in peace. Whether that was due to the warning glares being issued by the guys or the fact that the Diva's were doing everything they could to distract them.. None of them really knew. Whatever the case, the remaining two hours passed relatively quickly. The lot of them more than ready to just call it a night.