A/N: Again, I have to say that you guys are freaking amazing! It is such a joy to open my email and see all of these reviews, PMs and direct emails regarding this story, or just about the topic in general. As most of you know, I have no life and I love talking to people, so if I haven't gotten back to you yet, I will...it just takes a minute.

I realized that I have this happening after the Marine came out on DVD, when he actually did the interview before the movie came out in theaters. But this is fiction and in Shannyland, this when and how it happened. I'm not a stickler for timelines, especially since I'm making this shit up, so thank you to that person that pointed it out…it's FICTION…

Now I have to say that I'm afraid I'm starting a Hate John Cena Movement. That wasn't my intention. Judging from a lot of your comments, those who hadn't heard the interview have taken it upon yourselves to listen to it or read the transcripts and many of you are pissed. I didn't mean to make people mad at Cena. It's just that I expect that kinda shit from Howard Stern, he has no class and he's an asshole, but I expected more from John. He's in the public eye and should have known better. He proved to me that he is just a guy, and for that I'm disappointed. I'm not writing this so people will be mad at him; I just wanted to tell the girl's side of the story because I wonder what she felt like when she heard it.

I want to make this clear…I still love John Cena and would do him in a heartbeat, no questions asked. But if he went on air and broadcasted it, the shit would blow up like the Godfather!

I promise not to write long ass A/Ns anymore…I just needed to clear that up. With that...I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 3

Parker was so excited standing with Avery at the check-in counter of the Renaissance Hotel. She had never stayed in a four star hotel before. Granted, she always came here; the Gallery Mall was located inside the hotel. It was four floors of some of the best shopping in all of Baltimore, but to actually be coming to the Renaissance for more than a quick trip to Spencers, made her feel like she was a movie star. "So what time is check-out again? And which way is the bar?"

"Check out is at eleven. And we have three bars" The woman at the front desk informed them. "There are two located on this floor. What kind of setting are you looking for?"

Avery took the brochure from the woman's hand and looked her in the eye. "Look, I'm supposed to meet Randy Orton here tonight. This is the night, get it? Now which bar would really hot ass men with big ass muscles be in?"

"Down girl." Parker said calming rubbing Avery's back. "Sorry…her ovaries are in an uproar."

The woman at the counter laughed. "Ahh…those wrestling guys. They usually hang out in the bar that just past the elevator." She pointed in the direction of the bar. "Some of them have already come back from the arena…they were pretty cute." The older woman smiled at the two young girls in front of her. "Have a good night ladies and remember we do have a noise policy."

Parker and Avery took their key and giggled the entire elevator ride up to the fourth floor. As soon as they stepped in the room both of them gasped. The room was beautiful. It was a suite with a living room, a kitchenette, and a large bathroom. Each of them had a huge bedroom with a king sized bed, a television, and two dressers. This place was amazing, even if it was only for one night.

"How in the hell can you afford this place?" Parker asked as she sat her bag down on the couch.

Avery shrugged. "I got my refund check from my student loans yesterday. Fuck paying off that credit card. This shit is definitely worth it." She twirled around the room and flopped on the couch. "I want Randy to think that I have some class."

"What if he wants you to go to his room?"

"If he values his shit, he won't. I'm gonna be the biggest groupie bitch there is. I'm talking stealing his underwear, the SIM card from his cell phone. No…Randy needs to come here" Avery laughed. Though they both knew she wasn't that type, the thought had crossed her mind.

"You kleptomaniac whore, you."

"So you ready to go downstairs? I gotta do this before I lose my nerve." Avery got up and walked into the bathroom. "Do you think this bra is holding up?" She started to remove the tissue from the cups and turned toward Parker. "Don't wanna get caught in case I actually get to the Promised Land tonight." She turned back to the mirror and frowned at her now smaller chest. "Come on guys…stay perky and look bigger."

Parker shook her head. "I'm gonna change my clothes. I'll be out in a second." She took her bag and headed into her room. If she was going to be up for a night of drinking those jeans had to come off. They were great, but not so great that she didn't have a red ring on her stomach from were the hard denim pressed into it when she sat. Those were jeans that were only to be worn for a few hours at a time and judging from how sore her skin was, the carriage was definitely turning back into a pumpkin.

Parker reached in her bag and pulled out her pink velour jogging pants with matching pink hoodie and a white tank-top. She didn't look like she was trying to seduce the roster, more like she was doing laundry, but with her pink and brown Pumas, she at least jazzed it up. Finally, she had stomach room and the waist band wasn't cutting into her spleen. She could breathe again and air never tasted so good. But the best thing was the girls weren't sweating. They needed air, more than that little slit in her Chain Gang t-shirt provided. Zipping her jacket midway her chest, Parker smiled and nodded her head. With a big smile she opened the door and watched Avery pace the room. "Let's do this."

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The bar at the hotel was relatively tame. There were plenty of people occupying the space, there was music and laughter and sounds of glasses being placed on tables, but the loudest section was in the back where John Cena, Randy Orton, Jeff Hardy, Charlie Haas, Shelton Benjamin and Carlito Cólon were all sitting. It had been a long day for them all and a night of drinking with the boys was just what the doctor ordered.

"So where's this chick, man?" Randy asked taking a slow drink from his long neck bottle.

John looked around and shrugged. "I don't know. I told her to be here around midnight." He let his eyes drift back to the door and smiled. "There she is."

Everyone at the table turned to watch the tall, auburn haired, blue eyed girl walk in the door. "Ring rat." Charlie said shaking his head.

"Man, why you always go for them anorexic types?" Shelton questioned John, turning back toward his beer.

John's smile grew. "And there's your girl." He pointed Parker out to Randy and slapped him on the shoulder with a laugh. There were a few other chuckles from the men at the table as well. "She's a whole lotta woman…but I think you can handle it." John walked away from the table and over to the door to greet Avery and her friend.

"Hey Johnny." Parker said with a huge smile.

"What's going on? I didn't think y'all were coming." Again, he used the word y'all but never took his eyes off of Avery. "Come on…I'll introduce you to the guys."

Avery clutched onto Parker's hand and felt her heart race. "Do I look okay? You think I should have changed my clothes?"

Parker smiled and shook her head. "You look fabulous. You are a supermodel, don't ever forget that. Now sashay, Shante."

With a nod, Avery followed John, never letting go of her tight grip on Parker's hand. "This is so stupid. How could you let me go through with this? I'm about to throw myself at a man that I don't know. What the fuck am I thinking?"

"You're thinking about those thighs and that big ass dick." Parker said through clinched teeth as she held her own breath and waited for the reaction at the table.

"So um…this is Jeff, Shelton, Charlie, Carly, and Randy. This is Avery and…"

"Parker." She didn't want to chance that John didn't remember her name. No one remembered her name, not when Avery was standing next to her. And while Avery was playing the shy shrieking violet, Parker turned on the charm. She stuck out her hand and shook everyone's. "It's nice to meet you. You guys put on a hellava show tonight."

"Thanks." Randy said with a smile. "So you gonna sit down, or just stand at the table all night?"

Avery pulled up a chair next to Randy's and couldn't stop staring at him. She couldn't think of anything to say, so she looked over at Parker and pleaded with her eyes to make conversation.

"So…what made you wanna be a wrestler?" Parker asked to no one in particular.

Charlie shook his head. "Are you interviewing us or you are hanging out? Cause I answer questions like this all the fucking time. I wanna chill tonight."

"Well fine then…I just won't talk to you." Parker turned her attention to Jeff's amused smile. There was something about Charlie Haas that rubbed her the wrong way and it was more than his shifty TV personality.

"So Randy, my friend Avery here, is your biggest fan." Parker said with a smile.

"Oh really?" He looked over at Avery and smiled that cocky smile making the girl's heart flutter.

"Yeah…you're my favorite." She looked around the table and wondered if she was acting as star struck as she felt. "Not that I don't like all of you guys, but you're my favorite."

"What about you?" Jeff asked turning his attention to Parker.

She couldn't believe it. He wasn't acting like she wasn't in the room. Not all eyes were on Avery; that was different. "Johnny." Parker motioned he head toward Cena and noticed how he lifted his eyes to the ceiling while he drank his beer. "He's hot."

"Why the fuck does everybody think they're all that?" Shelton looked around the table with an eyebrow raised. "What do they have that I don't?"

Parker laid her hand on Shelton's, like they had been friends for years. "You are very cute and you have a fat ass. But you don't have much of a personality on the show. Johnny and Randy are always on screen so you kinda fall in love with their characters." Parker smiled at a pouting Shelton. "Don't worry; momma's got enough love for everybody."

"You got enough of something, alright." Charlie mumbled under his breath, but loud enough to be heard by Avery and Shelton.

"Thank you for being honest." Jeff answered. "You don't know how many times girls say some shit to try to boast our egos. I tell this bastard everyday, he ain't got no personality. But does he listen to me? Hell no."

That comment received a laugh and the friendly insults between Jeff and Shelton started to fly across the table. After only ten minutes of sitting there, Parker instantly felt like one of the guys.

"You wanna drink?" John asked Avery and was glad when she nodded.

Avery got up with him and walked around to Parker and leaned over so that her ass was sticking in Randy's face while she whispered to her friend. "What do you want?" She got her drink order and followed John to the bar.

Parker couldn't stop smiling. She looked at Randy and shook her head. "She's gonna try to fuck you, so be warned." She thought it was only fair that Randy be prepared for when Avery attacked. She didn't want him to be caught off guard and risk an injury this close the pay-per-view. Avery had been known to take the biggest and the strongest of them without even trying.

"And what about you? Who you are you hoping would wanna fuck you?" Charlie asked with that same condescending tone.

Carlito nudged Charlie and shook his head. The way he was acting was uncalled for.

"I just came to meet you guys and have a few drinks. She's the one with the agenda." She smiled at Randy. "But she's a good girl, so be nice to her."

Randy nodded his head and winked. "I'm always a gentleman." Jeff coughed as he choked on his drink at Randy's comment. Randy was known for many things, but being a gentleman was never one of them. "So…what do you do?" Randy asked Parker with an amused smile.

She shrugged. "I go to Hopkins. I'm studying Internal Medicine. I'm about to start interning next semester."

"A doctor? That's fucking cool. So must be really smart." Jeff replied turning his body to face Parker.

Avery and John made it back to the table with their drinks and a big plate of nachos and took a seat. "She is smart. She's on a full scholarship. She's gonna be the best fucking doctor on the planet." Avery was proud of Parker, but she always did that. She became Parker's cheerleader, even to total strangers. Although she meant well, it always made Parker feel like Avery had to justify why people should like her. "And she's got a 4.0 and she's so sweet…"

"You sure she ain't your biggest fan?" Carlito asked Parker wondering why Avery was going on and on about her.

Parker leaned into the table to whisper loudly. "She thinks I need a mouth piece because I'm fat."

The looks on the faces at the table were stunned. Everyone knew she was fat, but no one was willing to draw attention to it, except Charlie of course. Parker sat back to watch the reaction. Now that she had gotten her weight out the way, maybe they would all stop dancing around the subject. Typically people did one of two things: they either rationalized that she wasn't fat or they decided to ask her about it. She could almost see the words coming out of their mouths.

"You're not fat…you're big boned." Jeff said in defense of Parker's statement.

Charlie looked at him like was crazy. "Yeah…and she's got a lot of fat on those bones."

"And I got some really good pussy under this fat." Parker had just about enough of him. She looked at Avery who lowered her eyes; she knew it was definitely Hammer time. But then again, she was there as a guest of John's and she didn't want to make it uncomfortable. So instead of reading Charlie, Parker decided to kill him with kindness. There was a reason that everybody always liked Parker, she could handle herself without putting anybody down. "You don't know what you're missing out on. Once you go fat, you never go back…sorry Shelton."

The roar of laughter could be heard throughout the bar. They were truly the loudest table there.

John thought that was the funniest thing he had ever heard. He couldn't stop laughing. When he had invited them out, he had only considered Avery; he never once dreamed that Parker would be the one with a personality. "She shut your bitch ass up." He raised his beer and toasted Parker. "You're cool people. You got a sense of humor, huh? I like that."

Johnny likes my sense of humor! Parker 1, Charlie 0. Parker reached over and grabbed a few nachos making sure to cover them in sour cream before she nibbled on them. "You have to. Come on…let's face it. This is what I look like. I can't hide it, but if I can't laugh at myself, who the hell else can I laugh at? Besides, big girls do shit that skinny bitches don't. I mean how can you hold on to them without fucking bones digging into you? I come with extra padding."

"You sure as hell do." Charlie said under his breath. "You don't need to be eating that. Other people at this table might want some."

"I'm just keeping it tight." Parker replied curling up her lip. "You think cause I'm big, I gotta be a fucking pig or something? I don't get that…what's this big girl misconception you got going on?"

Carlito felt the tension at the table and he decided to speak up. "My mom's heavy. It's just like anything else. I don't see nothing wrong with it."

"So Randy, how long are you in town for?" Avery tried to change the subject. She didn't want the conversation to turn ugly or for Charlie to say something hurtful to Parker. She came there on a mission to fuck Randy, not get locked up for whipping Charlie Haas' ass.

"We leave tomorrow." He smirked at Avery before turning his attention back to Parker. He already knew he had ass sewn up for the night, there was no reason to try to impress Avery. But he found Parker interesting anyone that could shut Charlie's complaining ass up was worth his attention. Randy leaned over the table and looked at Parker seriously. "So since we're all being so honest at this table, let me tell you… you have a nice rack." If there was one thing that Randy Orton was, it was a breast man. He sized Avery up in a minute, she was overcompensating. There was no way in hell, she was more than an A cup, but Parker…sure she was a large, but she had knockers, big ones. There were so many things he could do with them.

John punched Randy in the arm. "That ain't no way to talk to a woman. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"What? It's the truth. Look at 'em." Randy was really dumbstruck. Parker's boobs were right there on display, all over the place. "How big are they?" He asked annoyed when John punched him again. "What?!? I like tits."

Parker laughed. "Thank you Randy. That's probably the nicest complement I've ever gotten. I can't tell you how sick to fucking death I am of hearing, 'You have a nice smile' or 'You have a great personality.' Fuck my smile, thank my orthodontist for that shit and as far as personality, I got plenty of it and I know it. I'd rather get compliments on the twins or just have people shut the fuck up."

"Really?" John was amazed. The only thing he had noticed on Parker was her smile. He had even written about her smile on his autograph to her. "You know Orton was dropped on his head as a baby…he's a fucking retard."

Avery pouted. "But he's a cute retard."

"Why thank you." It was almost too easy to be with Avery. Randy leaned back in his seat and admired her thong. He smirked and then let his hand touch the exposed part of the small of her back.

Avery felt the heat from his hand go through her entire body and it could be seen on her face. Her blush was almost the same color as her red underwear. The blush didn't go unnoticed by John either.

Parker read Avery's eyes immediately. "I'm a triple D and they're real. The girls and I have been known to do a trick or two…" She gently patted the twins and smiled at Randy's hungry expression. If she had the time she would have walked around the table and closed the open mouths of the men sitting there. "So since we're getting all personal…how big are you?" She was referring to the size of his muscles, only she didn't specify which muscle she was talking about.

"10 ½ inches…or did you want the diameter?" Randy gave her his infamous cocky smirk. He liked her immediately. She didn't filter herself, she was confident…Parker was someone that Randy could chill with. He couldn't help but to laugh out loud at Parker nodding her head and giving Avery two thumbs up from across the table. Avery's eyes were as big as saucers and that's when Randy knew, that truthfully, he could have his pick of Parker or her skinny friend.

John looked at his best friend incredulously. He wasn't jealous of Randy, but he brought Avery there because he wanted hook up. But he'd be damned if Randy wasn't running his hands over Avery's ass while openly flirting with Parker at the table. Although, Parker was supposed to be Randy's date for the night, by the looks of things, that fucker was getting both of them. And John Cena wasn't going to let that happen; that's for damn sure.