♥ Match Prep Bora Bora Style [vs. Lord Douchebag I]

[Arianny DeLise]

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♥ Off Camera: Arianny & Shawn’s Cabin, Bora Bora

“What do you mean Frederik is still struggling? It's been like forever!!”

Arianny DeLise pulled her phone away from her ear and frowned. Why was this coming up now?

“Dallas, I can't deal with this. The entire RSW roster probably wants to kill me right now. Either get control of your boyfriend or I swear what we did to Braydon Knox will pale in comparison to what we will do to Frederik. And guess what? There's no Jack Owyns to frame for the murder this time.”

Arianny glanced out of the open windows and drank in the sight of the turquoise blue water that was lightly kissing the pearly white sand. Bora Bora was quickly turning into her new favorite place.

“Yeah. I basically just said you would go away for the crime. You’re not deaf and I didn’t stutter. You’re better off without Frederik anyway.”

As the conversation continued, Arianny was unaware that Shawn DeLise had come to retrieve her and was currently listening to the one-sided conversation between the twins. When she hung up with Dallas, it didn’t surprise the RSW President to hear his wife call her partner-in-crime, Mondae Chaos.

“I need you to go to Paris.”

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Cruising around the lagoons of Bora Bora had provided Arianny and Shawn with the most amazing day thus far. Arianny had especially enjoyed snorkeling around the coral reefs and petting a stingray. At the moment, the couple were currently hiking up the summit of the small, private island they had stopped at for a catered lunch. Arianny was lagging a little behind the group. She hadn't eaten anything and currently she was feeling little stabs of pain. She was likely cramping. Because hiking wasn’t exactly her cup of tea, Ari ended up losing her group. Giving up, the princess took a seat on a large rock and stretched out. Her oversized Chanel sunglasses took up most of her face and she was wearing a small, floral print bikini that showed off her perfect body and a sheer, white kimono.

“No amount of yoga can accurately prepare a person for how awful hiking is. These Giuseppe Zanotti wedges are totally ruined now.”

Arianny yawned and closed her eyes as the warm Polynesian sunshine washed over her body. However, her peace of mind didn’t last long. Before she could react, she was being jerked up by her arm.

“That’s just fuckin' lazy.”

Arianny pulled away from Shawn. “I’m cramping, okay? I couldn’t keep up. I’m not going to strain myself on a stupid hike when I have a huge match coming up next Thursday. I will not let anything put Money’s title shot in jeopardy.”

“I guess the overpriced yoga classes I’ve been paying for don't help improve your shit cardio, huh?”

“Good thing Lord is in worse shape than me, huh?” Arianny couldn’t keep the disrespect out of her voice. Shawn shot her a warning look but Arianny ignored it. “Your pathetic excuse for a champion couldn’t wrestle an actual match if his life depended on it.”

“Looked pretty good against ‘Money’ a few weeks ago if I remember right.”

“F-Y-I, Mondae is one of the top technicians on the RSW roster. Lord only defeated her because of outside interference. If J-”

“Don’t you dare say his fuckin' name or I fuckin' swear you’ll get it bare again.”

“The point is,” Arianny continued but she did heed to Shawn’s warning. “Lord’s so-called advantages won’t matter against me. His weapons are his strength and striking but Neville Proctor and Jackson Kendrick were bigger and stronger than him. I pinned Jackson and submitted Neville. I have more experience than Lord, and even though we are both smart inside the ring, I have Mondae watching my back. Lord is easily distracted and after Mondae finishes with Raven, his focus will only be on the extent of her injuries. This is a no win situation for Lord and a huge victory for MGM. We will win this war.”

Shawn was about to respond when Arianny visibly winced.

“You eat today?”

“No.”

Shawn shook his head. “That's why you're cramping.” With a sigh, he bent down so Arianny could jump on his back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and Shawn hooked her legs. “Good thing you ain't heavy.” Arianny buried her face against his neck. "Just walk."

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