A/N: I have to say that I am blown away by the response the first chapter got; 17 reviews, 10 PMs and 3 emails. I never thought anyone would be interested. I just wanted to write this because I was pissed off! I've decided, I am mad at him for the way he handled this situation and if you haven't heard the interview, you'll see why in upcoming chapters. This story was going to be my attempt at a two-shot, but it ain't working out that way. I'm gonna let it play out the way the characters tell me to write it. I don't outline, so it could be 7 chapters or 27...we'll see.

I'm so happy that so many of you can identify with Parker. Even if you're not overweight, all of us have some insecurity that bothers us...but that's life. Now, I've made a decision in the way this story will go. As I said, I'm not trying to make fun of overweight people; my character is secure in her body, so she will make comments about larger people in general, because if you can't laugh at yourself, then what's the point. She will not say anything that I haven't said...and I'm overweight. She will also make comments on "skinny" people. I am not doing this to make fun of smaller people either. I hope to show how stupid this size descrimination thing really is. If I offend anyone, it is truly not my intention, but I will not recant anything that is said and I stand by my story. Trust me it won't be mean...only said in jokes, but there is a lot of truth in jokes.

I've done a banner for this story and it's on my myspace page...click on homepage on my profile and it'll take you to my site...it's under pictures. And thanks to Lil'MissCena for the hottest Cena pictures EVER taken, that I used on the banner. If you're wondering who the girl is, it's Mia Tyler...she's so hot!

With that, I think I've set the ground rules and disclaimed all that I need to. I'm glad you're enjoying it and I hope to keep you entertained. I love that you guys are sharing with me and for those that don't know what it's like to be a big girl, I hope you learn something from this.

xoxoxo Shanny

Chapter 2

Parker opened her door and raised her eyebrow. "When you said you were going to be a slut, you weren't bullshitting, were you?" She eyed Avery suspiciously before moving to the side to let her in.

Avery twirled around so that her best friend could get the full view. "If this doesn't say 'fuck me, Randy,' then I don't know what does." She wore a pair of jeans that were so tight Parker swore she could see the blood running through her veins and they were so low that literally half of her ass was sticking out of them. Her only saving grace was the red lace thong that Avery wore, which Parker saw more of than she ever wanted to. Avery's top, if it could even be called a top, was a half shirt with three buttons on it; only the middle button was done, leaving almost all of her boobs exposed as well as her super flat stomach.

"Did you buy those tits with that bra?" Parker laughed as she walked through her apartment to turn out the lights. In all of her twenty-three years on this earth, she had never seen a sight more slutty than her best friend, her sister from another mother, Avery. "Since when do you have tits?"

Avery shrugged. "It's the miracle of the Wonder Bra. Plus, I bought it too small, so it really pushes them up."

"You look like you're going to work on the Block after the show. You interviewing for the Hustler Club and didn't tell me about it? Weren't you going for slutty and not down right skanky?" Parker couldn't help but to laugh. "How much did the twins cost ya?"

"Forty dollars." Avery said in disgust. "I'll be eating Oodles of Noodles for the rest of the week, but so what. It was worth it, don't you think? I look like I'm at least a B cup, now…right?" Avery walked over to the mirror and stuck her chest out. "You think I should stuff too?"

"If you wanted tits, I could have given you some of mine."

"You're so lucky. You could give me some and still have some to spare. I have to fucking buy my tits on a hanger. But look, yours…" She walked over to Parker and gently patted her large chest, "just say 'come and get me'."

"Yeah…I am a supermodel aren't I?" Parker smiled at her friend as she hitched her overnight back up on her shoulder.

Avery nodded in agreement. No matter Parker looked like on the outside, she knew her on the inside and Parker was definitely a rock star. "You better work..."

To that, both girls started posing and singing the lyrics to RuPaul's Supermodel. After a quick dance and a good laugh, the two friends left for a night that both hoped would be one to remember.

The drive to the First Mariner Arena was a short one and uneventful at that. Weaving through the traffic on Cathedral Street, Parker felt her heart start to race. What if Avery was actually going to follow through on this super slutty plan of hers to seduce Randy into a night of sex that would make a porn star blush? As much as she admired her friend's moxy, she wasn't so sure it was a great idea.

"So Avery…you're not really gonna try to screw Orton are you?"

"Hell yeah." Avery looked at Parker quickly and then back at the road. "Don't tell me that if John Cena decided he wanted you for the night, you'd turn him down."

Parker thought about it for a second. There was no way she would pass up that opportunity. "But let's be realistic, honey. There is no way in hell that's gonna happen. He likes those skinny bitches like you." She lovingly slapped Avery's arm. "It takes a special man to know how to please all of this." She dramatically ran her hand down her side to accentuate her figure. "And I don't know if Johnny's that guy."

"You are so full of it. I can hear you now… 'Yeah Johnny, work that shit harder baby…' You're a freak, but you try to hide it behind your weight." Avery wheeled her car into the Arena Parking garage and drove slowly to find a spot. "Seriously Park, you're a beautiful girl with the world going for you. If Cena doesn't see that, fuck him. There's always Jeff Hardy, Shelton Benjamin, ooh, Carlito…"

Parker shifted in her chair and raised her brow at Avery. "I know this, but the rest of the world sees this little fat chick. People, hot guys especially, don't see past the size jeans I wear most of the time. I'm not embarrassed with who I am. I just hate that uncomfortable first meeting. It's like I got to impress people with being funny before they see that there's more to me than this." She pinched the roll of her stomach and looked at her friend. "We are supermodels, but they treat you like one. I'm just the dumpy fat chick that tags along with the hot girl that feels sorry for her."

"If you don't want to do this, we can go home after the show. We don't have to go to the Renaissance."

"And miss the chance to hang out with Johnny and the rest of the Raw roster, are you fucking crazy? All I meant was, I won't be getting laid. You do your thing and get a few strokes in for me. I'll entertain myself just drooling over those muscles sitting across from me at the table. I always do." Parker unhooked her seatbelt and stepped out of the car. "Do you have the camera?" She watched Avery nod. "Good, because I want naked pictures of Orton."

Parker looped her arm in Avery's and the two headed toward the elevator. As soon as they found their seats, they both squealed at how close they were to the ring. "John Cena…eat your heart out." Parker whispered to herself and turned on her award winning smile.

Parker didn't complain that the sides of the seat were digging in her hips, or that her knees were sore from being squished by the seat in front of her. Nor did she ask Avery to move over because her thighs were burning from clinching them together, so she wouldn't sit gap legged and have the person in the seat next to her complain. Instead of thinking of the downfalls, all she could do was be happy that she opted not to wear a girdle, being squished in that small seat was one thing, being squished in that seat with a tight ass girdle on was another. She jumped up and screamed and acted a fool, just like a fan at a Raw show should, and never once did anyone suspect that she was struggling as size 26 in a size 6 world.

Parker was determined she was going to enjoy this night, even if the only action she got was hearing Avery's tales of wrestling orgies.

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John Cena moved through the First Mariner Arena slowly. He had a long day, including a signing that had him sitting in the same seat for five hours. All he wanted to do was to get his match over with and go back to his hotel and relax. That really wasn't like John either. He always enjoyed putting on a good show, but doing the same thing day in and day out was becoming tiring. Not that anyone would have been able to tell though, John was a guy that always kept a smile on his face and was always in a good mood. He was loud, funny, and always down to party. So when his best friend, Randy Orton, stopped him in the hallway, he could feel his plans of a quiet night relaxing going right out of the window.

"So, what's up for tonight?" Randy leaned up against the wall and crossed his arms. He was waiting for John to know of some crazy-ass spot they were going to hit. That's what John did. Every city they went to, somehow he had heard about a new spot that opened up and the guys always tore it down.

John shook his head. "Not much. I think I'm gonna hang out at the bar in the hotel; make it an early night." For a guy like John, staying in didn't happen. He was an Adonis. Sandy brown hair, crystal blue eyes, dimples, and a chiseled body that made women's tongues dart out of their mouths without even noticing they did it. With his looks and killer personality, staying in was doing a disservice to women the world over.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Randy Orton had never been known for subtlety. He was cocky, not as cocky as his on screen persona, but cocky nonetheless. He was handsome, blue eyes and black hair, cut like the Michelangelo himself sculpted his body and he had this smirk that either made you fall in love or want to kill him. It was no wonder that Randy and John hung out all the time. They were like frat boys; two wild ass young men that had women literally throwing their bras and panties at them.

John smiled at his friend and shook his head. "Why something gotta be wrong because I wanna chill tonight. I wanna get a few drinks, see what's popping at the bar…then we'll see how it goes."

Randy looked at John and curled up his lips. "Bullshit. You met somebody and you trying to go."

John and Randy couldn't keep secrets from each other; they knew each other entirely too well for that shit. "Alright look, this chick was at the signing and she was banging. I told her to swing by the bar later on."

"Fuck you, man. So you got ass lined up and you ain't think about your boy did you?" Randy looked at John with disgust.

"She had a friend with her. I told them both to come." He tried to stifle his laugh. He wasn't about to tell Randy about the girl Avery or her crush on him and he was definitely not going to tell him about her round friend. What was her name? He justified it as payback for that transvestite stripper stunt Randy pulled when they were in Vegas.

"Now that's what the fuck I'm talking about." Randy looked up at the clock in the hallway. "I gotta bounce. I'll check you at the bar later on."

The two men gave each other dap and went their separate ways. With any luck, John would have Avery forget all about Randy Orton and leave that bastard to entertain the big girl for the rest of the night. He could hear the guys ragging on Randy now…he couldn't wait.