I sighed with relief and beamed with pride. My plan had worked. Now to finally start this blessed photo shoot with a nude WWE champion Randy Orton…could life get any better?

"Alright John, thanks for all your help but we got it from here." I said gratefully as the six foot one man stood up and bowed.

"Anytime sexy," he replied waving. "Oh, and I do birthdays, bachelorette party's, even private sho-"

"Bye John!" I nearly pushed the half-naked man out of the room. His bare skin against my hands felt really nice. Now if I could just touch Randy like this, my life would be complete!

"Finally, we can seriously start this photo shoot." Randy declared whipping off the beard. I was more then happy to see that gorgeous, tanned face with those full lips…suddenly the room felt very hot. I started fanning myself with the portfolio.

"Alright everyone, that's all the fun we're having for today now its time to get serious." I announced. My crew quickly got to work. A smile lit up my face; I had a crew of my own. I was living the dream of being one of the top photographers in the WWE magazine company. Not only that, but Randy was going to be nude. Ah, the American woman's dream! Heck, every woman's dream! Randy re-entered the studio after disposing of those ugly Father Time robes and wearing only his wrestling trunks…those delicious little black and blue Speedos that allowed his bubbly butt cheeks to peek out from below. And give a very good idea of what the front side had to offer. Soon, I thought, those are coming off.

"Ok, first we will take some shots of you in your wrestling trunks for the inside article and then with them…off for the cover."

"Sounds good Stacy." Randy said leaning his back against the gigantic hour glass. Since he was six foot four, that hour glass was about seven feet tall! I was able to get some very hot and sexy poses of Randy with his Championship gold. He made sure the majority of his facial expressions read: "I'm the WWE champion for now and all time!"

I had no problem with that.

Some of his other facial expressions were that infamous snake-like scowl (or grin?) and then that cocky smile of his.

Again, I had no problem with that.

But one expression had him rolling his eyes with a thorough look of pure annoyance plastered on his face.

That one I did not like one bit but I soon found myself also slightly annoyed when I realized what was going on.

John Cena was back in the room, still wearing only a thong. He smiled sheepishly at me.

"Darn it, guess I wasn't sneaky enough."

"What are you still doing in here?" I asked, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice. It wasn't John Cena who bugged me; it was the fact that fate seemed to want to make me wait to see the man of my dreams naked!! If Randy still would after all this time, he had agreed to it on a whim. There was no contract binding him to the deed. Damn it.

"I'm looking for my pants…did I leave them in here?" Cena asked. I searched his face for any signs of a 'just kidding!' but found no trace. Huh, he seriously couldn't find his pants.

"You already checked your dressing room?" I continued. He nodded.

"Yeah, nothing but my kicks, arm bands, and shirts. Wouldn't have minded if they took my shirts, I don't really need them with a body like this! But Richard down there is getting a little cold."

Me and Keyshia started laughing, from watching John's 'Five Questions', we knew exactly who 'Richard' was. Randy huffed.

"Why not ask Mickie, that woman you're supposedly dating, where your pants are." Randy threw out there. John smirked.

"Or I could ask Samantha, that woman you're supposedly married to, where there at." He countered.

Randy shot him a dangerous look. I became nervous and was really hoping Cena would leave before things got too heated. Then I felt disappointed, those cursed rumor's we're true.

"I'm no longer with her, we broke it off." Randy responded calmly. A fight appeared to be avoided and my man was still single. Yay, now to get back to this photo shoot!!

"Alright, alright," I quickly interfered, cutting off another snide remark from the witty Cena, "Your pants are not in here Cena, so you can go look else where. Best of luck."

Giggling was heard outside of the room.

"I believe you are right as always Stacey." John half whispered. "Sorry for the interruption."

"No problem."

No that I could finally get back to work, it truly hadn't been. Plus it was nice seeing Cena in a thong one more time.

"Candice! Maria!" We all heard John screaming as soon as he left. The two women giggled some more before hurried footsteps were heard and then silence.

"Alright, now lets get back to the photo sh-," before I could finish my sentence, the door flew open again. Torrie Wilson…in a very teeny weenie bikini.

"Are you Stacy?" she asked. I nodded.

"I am in desperate need of your help Stacy!!"

"But I'm in the middle of a-,"

"No, no, its ok, this is Torrie." Randy said walking over and gently grabbed the blond bombshell's hand, holding it in his. "We can make time."

…

Uh-oh! Are Torrie and Randy dating? Will I ever finish this shoot? Will John Cena get his pants back?