Dancing In The UK

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Chapter 5: Monday Moaning

"Last night was really fun," Maria grinned to Jeff as they approached the hotel gates. Not knowing she was being watched by her fellow friends and competitors she gave Jeff a kiss on the lips.

"You made it so great!" Jeff replied. Maria looked at Jeff and started laughing. "What?"

"Look at us," she giggled. "Two grown adults acting like schoolchildren who've never been on a date before,"

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Candice got out her suitcase and began packing her clothes. "Stupid. British. Public. Show. God-damn it! . Me. Ugh!" she moaned at the same time one of her precious pieces of clothing hit the suitcase base. Undertaker walked into the room.

"What are you doing?" he asked, stopping Candice by putting one of his hands on her teeny hands.

"Packing," Candice replied monotonously.

"Why? You are meant to stay," he asked concernedly.

"I have a few errands to run," Candice replied, pulling her hand away from his grip. She zipped up the suitcase and approached the door. Undertaker, being surprisingly fast for a early-40's year old, ran to the door, shutting it tight. "Why cant you just let me go?!" Candice shouted.

"Because, you can't,"

"Is this a dare or some game the guys play in their supposedly free time?" Candice asked. The door opened a few minutes later, to find Candice in a heated argument with the Undertaker.

"Mark, what are you doing?" Michelle asked.

Candice thought it was time to get Mark back for the numerous pranks he had played on her and what he was doing right now. She grabbed his hands and forced him to push her against the wall. She collapsed to the ground. Undertaker ran over to her, thinking he was the cause of her hitting the wall.

Michelle marched up to the Undertaker and pushed him off of Candice. "Leave her alone and get out of here!" Michelle was always protective for her best friends, nothing could come between them. Undertaker huffed and walked away.

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"I cant believe Candice," he complained over the phone to his on-screen brother, Kane.

"What's wrong with Candice?" Randy asked, butting in.

"I don't like to bad-talk people…that's not true. Anyway, she's acting like a real bitch. For a minute I thought she actually was -"

"Don't talk about her like that!" Randy shouted defensively.

"I was just trying to stop her from leaving,"

"What has her leaving got to do with you, if you excuse me, I'll be right back!" Randy shouted defensively. Undertaker rolled his eyes.

"Young love…"

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Carrying her half-full water bottle, Mickie entered the hotel, returning from her morning jog. She searched her pockets for her room key and skipped to her room. She was surprised to see her room filled with candles, and to see John sitting on one of the chairs.

"What, is this?" she asked, a smile growing on her restless face. John motioned his arm to the seat, where Mickie casually sat.

"What would you like today?" John Cena asked in the poshest voice he could manage. Mickie eyed the place once more and giggled.

"Isn't it a bit early to have a candle-lit dinner?"

"This isn't a candle-lit dinner though," John grinned.

"What is it then?"

Using his posh voice again, John replied, "A candle-lit lunch, just for you and me," Mickie raised an eyebrow. She thought to herself and came to what she thought was a solution.

"Do you know what my least favourite words are?" Mickie asked seductively. John shook his head and Mickie let out a little laugh. "Sabotage, dishonesty and disrespect," was the unexpected response. John had a puzzled look on his face.

"What are you talking about?" John asked.

"Trying to keep my mind away from the competition, trying to make me put on my worst performance, try harder!" Mickie strutted out of the door, thinking she had just done herself some good. John through his napkin down onto the ground and blew out the candles.

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Beth hesitantly knocked on the door of CM Punk's hotel room. The door creaked open and out popped CM Punks head.

"Phil," she started, straightening out her top. "I know Michelle said some things to you and that hurt you but John also told me what you said and that was really sweet," Beth's eyes wandered, not wanting to see CM Punks reaction.

"You thought it was sweet? That was the reaction I was hoping for…"

Beth brought out a rose from her jacket. "I got this for you, I know it's corny but-" CM Punk put his finger on Beth's lips, silencing her. He then brought her in for a kiss. Beth pulled away after a couple dozen seconds and smiled. "Whoa…"

Even though she was meant to be quiet, Maria couldn't help squealing as she had witnessed the whole thing. Beth turned around in shock. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I was on my way to see Jeff and - I'll just leave you guys!" Maria grinned and ran the other direction. Beth looked back at CM Punk and headed into his room.

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Candice patted the spray-paint can in her hand repeatedly. She bit her lip, wondering if A) She would get away with it, and B) If she was actually going to spray-paint all over Undertaker's clothes, he is the Deadman, after all. Before she could turn the door handle, she was grabbed into a dark storage room.