Hollywood Starlet

Disclaimer: anything belonging to the WWE I own in no way.

Summary: Sequel to A Sister's Love

Characters: MariaxJohn Cena, Whitney(OC), Stacey K., Trish, Randy Orton, many more!

Chapter3

Whitney was dressed in her ring attire for the night which consisted of black boy shorts, a light pink halter top that exposed her perfect abs, a black belt with a silver buckle, and black wrestling boots. She had her red hair out and splayed across her shoulders. She had avoided Randy as much as possible, busying herself with the twins in the diva locker room. Whitney and Maria made their way down to the guerilla entrance and waited for John and Randy.

"So, I sort of told Randy off." Maria started. Whitney turned to her sister with wide eyes.

"What!" Whitney shrieked.

"Whit, keep your voice down." Maria told her.

"What did you say to him?" Whitney asked.

"I just told him that I didn't like the way he treated you today when you told him about Victoria's Secret." Maria told her younger sister.

"Well, I can kind of see why he was upset, I'm his wife and…" Maria put up a hand to silence her sister.

"Look, husband or not, no one treats my sister that way. He goes out there into the ring half naked for millions to see, and I have never once heard you complain, and if he can't show you the same respect…well we know what comes next." Maria crossed her arms.

Meanwhile, Randy and John were lacing up their boots in the men's locker room.

"So, you didn't congratulate her?" John asked.

"No, she's my wife, I don't want her posing in Victoria's Secret." Randy said. "What's next, Playboy?" He asked.

"Randy, you know she has better morals than posing in Playboy." John said to him.

"And this new show of hers Dirt, do you know what her character is?" He asked him.

"No,"

"She's plays a cocaine addicted actress, and when I asked her about the possible sex scenes, she just shrugged me off." Randy complained.

"It's just a part, Whitney has never even touched weed, let alone cocaine, have a little faith in her." John clapped him on the shoulder as the two exited the locker room. The two got there just in time. Maria kissed her husband on the lips.

"Hey baby," She smiled at John and then scowled at Randy. "Randy, how's your ego? Is it still wounded?" She asked with an evil smirk before her music hit, she and John walked out to the ring. Randy turned to his wife.

"Whitney look, I'm…" He started but was cut off by Whitney.

"Save it Randy, I don't want to talk right now, let's just do the match so we can get back to the kids." She told him sternly as her music hit. The two looked very disconnected as they walked down to the ring on extreme different sides of the ramp. Whitney put on a smile for the crowd, she was pissed off, but they deserved the best match possible. Randy held the rope open for her, Whitney got in without even looking at him and walked to her corner. Maria and Whitney started out. The two locked up, it was extremely difficult because the two were the same height, and pretty much the same weight. Maria flipped Whitney over on to her back with a loud thud.

"Focus!" Maria whispered to her. Whitney quickly scrambled to her feet, and the two quickly turned from sisters to competitors. Whitney Irish whipped Maria into the ropes, Maria came back full force, her stomach colliding with Whitney's knee, the two went back and forth, beating the crap out of one another. Randy and John watched on, they had never seen the two become so animalistic in the ring before. Maria sat on Whitney's legs and started to punch her in the sides, Whitney managed to flip Maria over and Maria landed on her back with a loud thud. The two slowly got to there feet with their husbands cheering them on from the sides. They must have had the same thoughts, because both of them bounced off the opposite ropes and went for a clothesline; the impact of the double clothesline flipped them both completely over, landing on their stomachs and knocking the wind out of them briefly. The two sisters were exhausted, the fans cheered loudly, encouraging them to get up as Mike Chioda counted, as he reached three the two got to their feet.

"Baby, tag me in." Randy called to Whitney.

"Come one, honey, you're exhausted." John called to Maria. Both sisters walked over and tagged their husbands in. John got the first hit on Randy, knocking him backwards, but not knocking him over, Randy promptly came back with a drop kick, John moved over so it didn't hit him. This match was every fans dream, Randy and John had barely touched in the ring. Somewhere in the match Randy had gotten the upper hand and hit an RKO and went for the pin, but John kicked out at two. The two men scrambled to different sides of the ring, bounced off of the ropes and came at one another full force, when they hit, Randy felt a pop in his shoulder.

"Shit," He muttered.

"What is it?" John asked as he saw his brother-in-law hold his left shoulder in pain.

"I dislocated it." He said. Randy went over to Whitney, he leaned on the rope.

"What wrong baby?" She asked as she touched the palm of her hand to his cheek, she was no longer mad at him, he had his flaws, but he needed her at this moment.

"I dislocated my shoulder, can you pop it back in?" He asked her. Whitney nodded and stepped into the ring. She placed one hand on his shoulder, and one hand on his back.

"You ready?" She asked. Randy nodded his head. "This is so gross, I hate the sound of popping bones. This is the second time Randy."

"Honey, I'm sorry about before. I was an asshole, I'm happy for you, I really am." He told her. Whitney looked at him and offered a small smile.

"You're forgiven." She told him quietly. "On three, one, two, three." On three, she pushed his shoulder back with all of her strength, until they heard a pop.

"Jesus Christ that hurt." Randy panted out.

"You good?" She asked.

"Yea, I really am sorry honey, I'm so proud of everything you've been doing." He told her. Whitney kissed him quickly.

"Tag me in," She told him. Randy tagged her in and John tagged Maria in so the women could finish out the match. The two moved a little slowly from previous exhaustion. Back and forth they went, the two were getting extremely competitive with one another, Maria hit Whitney with a swinging DDT. Maria rolled her up for the pin as Whitney was out in a daze.

"I'll tell you King, I have never seen this much fight out of either of these two sisters." J.R. commented.

"You know, Whitney is nominated for those movie awards, and if she acts as well as she fights, there's no doubt in my mind that she'll win all of them." Jerry added. Maria rolled Whitney up for the pin, the ref got two counts before Whitney reversed it into some kind of complicated backwards pin that Kurt had taught her, it made it almost impossible for your opponent to break out.

"1, 2, 3" The ref counted and signaled for the bell. Whitney stood up as her music blasted through the system and the crowd cheered for her.

"Here are your winners, Whitney and Randy Orton!" Lillian announced. Whitney helped Maria up and immediately swept her up into a hug.

"You know, you almost had me." Whitney said. Maria rolled her eyes at her younger sister.

"Don't worry, I'll kick your ass next time." Maria told her with a laugh. The two turned to the crowd as Maria raised Whitney's hand up, earning even louder cheers from the audience. They may have been competitors a moment ago, but now, they were just sisters.

X-X-X

"Quiet on the set, cueing Whitney, and action!" The commercial director called out. This was the third commercial they shot today, they also did print ads for the magazines, and the catalogue shoot had been scheduled for next week. Whitney was laid on a black chaise lounge chair in black panties and a black secret embrace bra, she wore long pearls that hung down to her belly button, a tiny silver heart dangled at the end of a chain connected to her navel, she wore a pair of black five inch stiletto open toe heels, her makeup was darker than she would have ever worn it, her eyes were a smoky gray, her lips were just in a simple pink gloss, and her long red hair was in luscious natural waves. She turned toward the camera, while running a hand through her hair.

"Treat me like a princess, spoil me, pamper me, love me." She delivered the first lines and then seductively bit her bottom lip. "Give me days to remember…and nights I'll never forget. Give me everything I want…and nothing I need." Whitney moved as the director had told her. She turned over onto her stomach and faced the camera with one hand under her hair supporting her head. "Make me your angel." She said the final lines, never dropping the seductive and sexy tone.

"And cut!" The director called. A stage assistant walked onto set with a black satin robe. Whitney stood up and took it.

"Thank you," She said to the assistant as she put it on and tied the belt. She walked off of the set and sat down in the chair with her name on it.

"Pretty good new girl," Whitney turned to the voice of Heidi Klum. Whitney smiled at her.

"Thanks," She said simply as Heidi walked off.

"Attention everyone, that's a wrap. Great job ladies, I know it's cold in here, so you can go change now." He told them as the Angels let out sighs of relief. Whitney walked into the dressing room and went over to her assigned mirror where all of her stuff was. She got there just in time to answer her cell phone.

"Hello,"

"Hey honey," Randy's deep voice came through the phone, causing a big smile to spread across Whitney's face.

"Oh, hey baby, what's up?" She asked. Randy leaned against the kitchen wall as he spoke to his wife on the cordless phone, Ryan gurgled and wiggled around in his other.

"Nothing, I was just wondering when you were coming home." He said.

"Actually, I just finished, I should be home in about twenty minutes, do you want me to pick up dinner?" She asked.

"No, I'll just order a pizza or something." He told her.

"Okay, that's fine, how are my babies?" She asked.

"Fine, Dahlia is asleep…for once, and Ryan is awake." He informed her.

"Okay, I have to go, I'm standing here in nothing but undergarments and I would like to get dressed." Whitney told him.

"Oh what kind of undergarments?" Randy asked.

"Not now Randy, bye." And with that, she hung up the phone and tossed it into her favorite Fendi spy bag. She began to get dressed silently, she didn't know any of the other models, she looked over and saw Gisele and Adrianna talking to one another in Portuguese.

"Hey Whitney," Whitney's eyes shot up from the mirror. The girls were huddled around Karolina's mirror. "Could you come over here for a second?" Selita asked innocently. Whitney walked over to them. Karolina stepped forward.

"What's up?" Whitney asked with a smile.

"Well, at first we were all a little unsure about a new girl coming in…" Karolina started.

"But we really like the way you handled your commercials and the photo shoot today." Gisele told her, her voice was rather deep and raspy.

"So, we wanted to welcome you as one of us." Adrianna said in her thick accent. Whitney smiled at them all.

"Cool,"

"And we wanted to give you this," Selita held out a velvet box to her. Whitney took it and looked around at them.

"We all have one, open it up." Selita told her with a smile. Whitney opened the box to find a silver necklace with a little silver 'VS' pendant on it, the V and the S intertwined with one another and had silver wings sprouting from each side, and there was a little diamond on the bottom center.

"This is really sweet guys, thank you." Whitney said to them as she took it out of the box and put it on, it was then that she noticed all of them wearing their identical necklaces.

"We angels are the only ones who have them, the rest of the 'Pink' college girls don't have them, only girls who make it to Angel status get these, so feel special." Heidi told her.

"We were all going to go out and get something to drink, do you want to come?" Selita asked.

"I wish I could, but I have to get home, I haven't seen my babies all day and I miss them." Whitney told them as she got dressed. When she finished, she grabbed her purse and her keys, threw on her big Dior sunglasses and headed out.

"See you at the movie awards next week." Whitney said as she walked out. She walked across the parking lot to the newest addition to their family, a black BMW Coupe. Whitney got in a drove out of the parking lot. She stopped at Starbucks on her way home for a very much needed reinforcement of caffeine. She waved at the paparazzi as she pulled up to the front gate of their Malibu home. Whitney rolled down her window so she could punch in the security code, she hit enter and the gate opened for her, and promptly closed seconds after she sped up the driveway. She pulled the car into their semi-circle driveway and killed the engine. She stepped out of the car and walked up the stone front steps. She picked up the mail and then let herself inside of the house. She tossed her keys onto the little wooden table in the foyer and took off her sunglasses. She began to sift through the mail, bills, bills, more bills. Nothing new. She dropped it on a table in the hallway and continued intot he house.

"Hello, anyone home?" She called out. She walked around the main floor and didn't see anyone. "Randy!" She called out…no answer. Whitney kicked off her Michael Kors wedge sandals and walked outside into their back yard, it was completely deserted. Whitney continued further into the yard. One of the things she loved most about their home was that it overlooked the beach, and at the back of their yard were stairs that went down to a private beach for the residents around it. Whitney looked down and saw Randy sitting on a beach blanket with their two babies. She smiled to herself as she opened the gate and made her way down the steps and onto the sand. She walked across the beach, her feet sinking into the sand as she went. Whitney sat walked over and sat down next to Randy on the blanket. He turned to her and smiled.

"How did it go?" He asked.

"Great, you will like the commercial." She told him as she stared out at the crashing blue waves. Randy held Ryan in his arms and Dahlia laid on the blanket kicking and gurgling, she had brightened up when Whitney sat down. Whitney picked up her daughter, who now had a full head of dark brown hair.

"Hey pretty girl, did you miss mommy today?" She asked in a baby voice before kissing her on the forehead as Dahlia giggled.

"Did you keep daddy busy today?" She asked in the baby voice again as Dahlia tried to speak to her.

"Yes, daddy was very busy." Randy informed her.

"How's your arm?" She asked.

"Actually, it's fine, I'm just not going to any house shows." He told her. Whitney looked over at him and studied his face.

"There's something you're not telling me." Whitney said in a sing-song voice. Randy took a breath and placed the magazine down on the blanket in between them.

"According to Star, Us Weekly, and all of the others, we're on the brink of divorce." Randy told his wife. Whitney raised an eyebrow and picked up the magazine with them on the cover. She opened it up and scanned through, it was about their argument Monday night.

"How in the world did they know about our argument Monday? We were in Texas." Whitney read the article which gave an accurate description of their argument.

"The only way someone could know this is if they were there." Randy told her.

"This is getting out of hand, this so called, source is trying to ruin our lives." Whitney said as she leaned into Randy and he put his arm around her shoulder.

"This source is someone in the company." Randy stated and Whitney nodded. "They know us pretty well, and they have a motive." Randy was trying to think who it was. "Torrie?" Randy asked and Whitney shook her head.

"She's the godmother of our son, she wouldn't do that." Whitney told him. "It's not John or Maria…"

"It could be Kurt." Randy said.

"It's not Kurt, he's been dragged into this unnecessarily, and what motive would he have in ruining my career?" She asked, Randy opened his mouth to say something, but stopped.

"You're right, it's not Kurt, Chris Masters?" It was no secret that Chris Masters hated Randy and Whitney, he was just mad that Randy had gotten to her first and the way Whitney had shot him down so publicly.

"No, there's a lot of stuff that was said that he couldn't possibly know." Whitney shook her head. "Stacy?" Whitney shot out, the two were friends but had become rather distant after Stacy left the company.

"Stacy just came back." Randy shook his head.

"Right, she just came back." Whitney sat up and looked at Randy with wide eyes.

"I don't see where you're going with this baby." Randy told her. Whitney rolled her green eyes before explaining.

"Stacy left the company to pursue her acting career, right?" Whitney started.

"Right," Randy nodded his head. "So what does that have to do with us?" Randy asked.

"Stacy and I were friends when I first came in, I told her a lot of things, she was one of my bridesmaids. Don't you see what's happening? She's using everything I ever told her against me, she's trying to ruin my acting career, because hers never took off." Whitney was beyond furious, and Stacy Keibler was going to hear about it on Monday.