OOC Note: The following was supposed to be a segment for the show, and does not work for a future show, so read and enjoy
We fade elsewhere inside of the spot Bombshell Tag Team Champions, Mercedes Vargas and Delia Darling, known by some as the Anti-Mean Girls. They have their titles over their shoulders, as well as authentic hijabs draped modestly over their heads. Delia is wearing a white one where Mercedes is wearing an aqua one to match their outfits. They are chit chatting quietly as they approach an open doorway where two guards are standing.</color>
Mercedes: Do you actually think this will work?</color>
Delia: Of course it will, darling. No one can resist z’e charms of women as stunning as ourselves, no?</color>
Before Mercedes can object any, Delia straightens her posture as she approaches the guards. Both men are dressed in traditional Arabic clothing from head to toe. The first guard is the youngest of the two, barely looking a day into his twenties, other than his short but thick beard. The second guard is a little less of a pretty boy, but gruff in his stance and his burly beard. They can’t help but notice the tag team champions standing in front of them, and the young guard puffs out his chest to make up for his obvious lack of experience as a guard.</color>
Guard 1: Excuse me, ladies, but you can no enter. It is off limits to all who are no part of royal family.</color>
Guard 2: Yes, even for women as stunning as yourselves.</color>
He flashes them a rough smile that causes Mercedes to roll her eyes. Delia, however, bats her eyelashes hopefully as she pretends to stare him up and down. She bites onto her bottom lip as she then looks down to the ground in disappointment.</color>
Delia: Such a shame, Mercy… Z’ey actually s’ink we came to get inside of z’e luxurious spa behind z’em.</color>
Mercedes: I’m almost insulted, actually. I mean, aren’t we allowed to want to talk to some...</color>
Mercedes nearly gags as she stares at the rougher of the two guards until her eyes land on a much more plausible example of her words to follow as she drinks in the first guard.</color>
Mercedes: … incredibly handsome men? This seems insulting to me.</color>
Delia: Now, now, Mercy, darling… I’m sure z’ese men get hit on all z’e time, and we are probably not z’e prettiest of z’e women to bat our eyes at z’em, no?</color>
The guards’ eyes light up as they look to one another, almost seeming to ask if they are dreaming, or if this is really happening. The first guard, now showing his age and naivety, scratches his head.</color>
Guard 1: What?</color>
Guard 2: Oh, um, he means to say yes. Women always flirt with us. Many times a day, actually.</color>
Delia: Yes, I can’t believe you aren’t surrounded by swarms of girls as we speak. I mean, I’m sure many exotic Western women… say from Argentina… or France… fall at your feet?</color>
Mercedes walks up to the second guard, ready to wrap her arm around his neck from behind, but something about him just seems to make her skin crawl. She scoffs and shakes her head as Delia sulks for a second before switching guards. They sink into a warm embrace from behind as they sigh in exasperation. The guards look to one another with wide, toothy grins as the ladies pull away.</color>
Guard 2: You… you two are pretty enough for us.</color>
Guard 1: Barely, but you will do.</color>
Delia scoffs, unbeknownst to the guards, but Mercedes holds her hand out to stop Delia from reacting. Delia flips her hair as if to throw some silent shade at the guards as Mercedes steps back.</color>
Mercedes: In America, guys usually offer girls drinks when it’s hotter than hell outside. It’s call chivalry. My friend and I will guard the doors if you would be so kind as to bring us some water or something?</color>
Guard 2: WOMEN?! GUARDING DOORS?!?</color>
This time, it is Mercedes who looks enraged by such an assertion. She balls up her fist, ready to show them how well she could guard this door when Delia widens her eyes, stopping Mercedes from doing something hasty. Mercedes laughs it off as she props her belt up higher on her shoulder.</color>
Mercedes: We are champions, which means we’re pretty good at defending things. I’m sure we could stay off Ali Baba and the forty thieves for two minutes, right Delia?</color>
Delia: Perhaps not as good as z’e big, strong muscle men wi’s z’e best beards we’ve seen in Dubai… but I’m sure we will do just fine.</color>
The guards quickly converse in Arabic with one another, so Delia and Mercedes have no idea what is being said, until the second guard smacks the first guard’s shoulder, laughing. They nod their heads as Delia and Mercedes smile widely. They turn their backs to the door, putting on their best flirty, yet tough chick poses. The guards lick their lips as they scurry off in search of a drink, any drink. Delia flexes her good arm, kissing her bicep jokingly. She and Mercedes stare with their necks stretched out until they are sure the guards are out of sight. They drop the act, removing the hijabs from their heads to wipe away the sweat forming on their foreheads.</color>
Delia: Oh s’ank GOD! I s’ought I was going to have to kiss him for a second. S’ank you for tossing me over z’e grenade, by z’e way…</color>
Mercedes: If I had to curl up in that one’s arms, I would have blown chunks, and I don’t think that would have been good for our cover.</color>
Delia: Ugh, whatever… I so need a mineral ba’s after z’e last two weeks...</color>
Delia and Mercedes begin stripping off articles of clothing until they are in bikini’s that cause a catcall to resonate from ringside. They disappear inside of the room as the splashing in the water can be heard. A moment later, the guards return with about six bottled waters, and grins from ear to ear. However, the grins disappear when they don’t see the girls waiting for them at the doorway. However, one gaze inside of the spa, and their smiles double the original size. They chuck the waters behind them as they lean against the doorway, watching in complete amazement as we fade elsewhere.</color>
