A/N 1: Ok...I wasn't going to post this so soon because I just posted a chapter yesterday, but for those that know me and my writing, when these damn characters won't leave me alone...I update frequently; damn OCD. I will try not bombard you with updates. I actually wanna finish some of my other stories, but I won't be able to go to bed tonight knowing that this chapter is done and I haven't posted it...again, damn OCD.

Chapter 4

The drinks and laughs flowed around the table and before long Avery and Parker were hearing stories of WWE travels and sharing their own stories of being regular college students. One thing that the guys envied about both girls was that they lived "normal" lives. They weren't mobbed every time they went to the store to buy toilet paper; they could actually go out to eat without having to stop to give autographs. They had the power of anonymity, which is something that each and every one of them gave up when they signed their WWE contracts.

Parker and Avery couldn't believe that all of that fame and attention wasn't all it was cracked up to be. To them, these guys lived the glamorous life. They had millions of people screaming their names night after night; people loved them. They could take their pick of the women they wanted; Parker and Avery included…what the hell was there to complain about?

"I don't wanna sound ungrateful or nothing, but sometimes I just wanna be left the hell alone." Jeff admitted. He had been trying to explain it to Avery, but she just didn't seem to understand. "You don't know what it's like to go online and read about every single thing you've ever done. I can't take a piss without it showing up on a webring."

John agreed. "And you have no idea what it's like to go out to strip club or meet somebody and find out the next day that your entire evening is broadcasted in fifty states and four countries. I swear if my mom calls me one more time and asks me if it's true that I'm out having wild orgies with strippers, I'm gonna scream."

"Well at least you don't get hate mail from people blaming you for ending Torrie Wilson and Billy Kidman's marriage." Carlito shook his head. "I ain't never even met Billy and the last time I checked they were still together. I swear…people believe every rag sheet they read."

Charlie nodded. "Well at least they talk about you. I swear Jackie gets more hits on Google than I do. Ever since she filed that lawsuit against Vince…I can't get my name in the rags."

"Maybe it's because you're a prick." Parker mumbled under her breath.

"I like you." Jeff said to Parker laughing at her comment.

Shelton turned his eyes toward Charlie. "You actually want people to write a bunch of bullshit about you? I'm glad they leave me the hell alone. It's bad enough that I get little kids coming up to me asking if Thea Vidal is my mom for real, I couldn't imagine what it would be like if I actually read some shit about me online."

"Ooh, you know what else I hate? Those fucking stories they write about us. I swear, like every one of them has me fucking my brother or my best friend. That's disgusting." Jeff curled up his lip at that concept. "People are fucking sick."

"Yeah… I used to read them because I thought they were funny." Randy agreed with a big nod. "But then they started pairing me with all kinds of crazy ass people. You know I read this one story where they had me with fucking Edge. Edge? As if I would ever give that crazy bastard head. I've been tied up and spanked by Batista, I've been Jericho's bitch… and then there's the ones that have me with fucking Cena. If I was gay, I wouldn't be with none of these assholes. Why can't I ever get hooked up with Angela Jolie or Jessica Alba or some shit? I mean look at me. Do you think I'd ever be hard up enough to wanna hook with any of them?"

Parker laughed. "So who would you hook up with?"

"Is that an invitation?" Randy raised his brow in challenge.

Parker could only laugh. She hadn't encountered someone like Randy in a very long time. Whether he was only flirting with her to make her feel better or if was actually serious, she didn't know. But either way, she liked the attention. What she didn't like was the salty demeanor that John was sporting all of a sudden. "Well that depends…"

"On what?" Shelton asked laughing too. He had seen Randy in action before, but never had he seen him go quite this hard. Every statement he made to Parker was a sexual innuendo, but it so noticeable that he was continually touching Avery under the table and he had that girl so hot she didn't know what the fuck was going on. Randy was a mack…Shelton had to hand it him.

Since they were all joking anyway and there was no way in hell Randy would be interested in her, especially with Avery practically sitting on his lap, she decided to take a stab at it. "That would depend on Johnny." She winked dramatically when she heard Cena clear his throat.

John felt the heat of the blush staining his cheeks creep up his face. And then he heard the laughter at the table. For the briefest moment, he feared that they were laughing at him, because Parker made it known that she would sleep with him. But when Jeff hugged her for finally letting Randy know that he wasn't as sexy as he thought he was, John calmed down.

"Ooh…that's my song." Parker finished off her drink and stood up from the table. She unzipped her jacket and put it on the back of her chair. Being a 285 pound woman meant more than having a stomach, hips and love handles. Along with that, those pounds graced her back, arms and her legs as well as gave her some interesting shapes and dimples in her butt and thighs. Not that it mattered to Parker. She took off that jacket because she knew if she danced, she would be sweating in a hot ass velour jacket. Meaty dogs hanging from her arms and all, she was going to dance because Beyonce's Check On It demanded it. A little arm fat wasn't going to stop her from getting her groove on. "Come on Avery…dance with me."

Avery shook her head. It's not that she didn't want to dance, but at the time, Randy's hand was slowly creeping between her thighs. "I'll be there in a minute."

"You afraid you gonna start baking biscuits?" She knew that none of the guys would know what she was talking about, but Avery did. Those jeans she was wearing were so tight that she was probably growing a yeast infection and with too much movement on the dance floor, dozens of biscuits were guaranteed to be baking inside of her best friend. Parker laughed at Avery's face and looked around the table. "Any takers?"

Shelton put down his beer and smiled. "You wanna go? I don't want you to turn into a puddle of goo when I go all Freak-nick on you."

"And what a puddle it would make." Charlie snickered and raised his beer to John who laughed at his comment.

"You must think fat meat is greasy…you don't know heaven until you've had all of this up on you." Parker held her head high and smirked at him. "Come on Shelton. Let me give you the ride of your life."

As Parker and Shelton walked to the center of the bar, Avery turned angry eyes to John. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Never in a million years would she have imagined that she would be hanging out and having drinks with the guys from Raw, nor that she would be pissed and ready to beat the shit out of two of them. "Parker is a fan of yours and you're laughing at her. She's bought your crappy K Fed-esque CD and saw your stupid movie five times in the theater. She bought that shitty DVD and made me buy a copy too. We waited for three hours in a long ass line to get your autograph and the highlight of her day was coming here to hang out with you. But you seem to think that this hook nosed bastard is funny." She pointed to Charlie. Avery never could hold her liquor; this little rant to John just proved that point. "I'll have you know that she's my best friend and I will help her tear this bitch down, before I let either one of you make fun of her. Got it?" Avery angrily got up from the table and joined Parker and Shelton on the dance floor.

Jeff couldn't stop laughing at John's face. It had been years since he had been told off by anyone. "I don't think you're scoring with her tonight. Orton…looks like she's all yours."

"As if there was any doubt?" Randy never doubted for a minute that he would have Avery. As soon as she walked in and sat next to him, he knew she was his. Now the question was what to do with Parker? Randy turned and watched Parker, Avery, and Shelton dance. Apparently Avery and Parker had rehearsed the dance to this song before because they had every step in sync with each other and Shelton was in the middle loving it. Despite Parker being a big girl, she could dance…she moved like her weight didn't bother her. And Randy found himself smiling listening to her laughter float throughout the bar.

"So, you gonna bite the bullet and do the fat chick?" Charlie asked leaning in to the table to get John's attention.

John scrunched his face. It's not that he didn't find Parker attractive; she had attractive qualities, her sense of humor being the main one, but he wasn't really physically attracted to her.

"Hell no, he ain't gonna do it." Randy answered for him. "This is where our Johnny always fucks up. See, I am a pussy connoisseur; I know it comes in all shapes, sizes and colors…I, for one, am not picky. I'll fuck anything. But John here likes a certain type. That, my friends, is why I get ass on a regular basis and this bitch finds comfort with his fucking meaty paws."

Jeff raised his beer and clicked bottles with Randy.

"I got twenty dollars that says he'll fuck her." Charlie said reaching into his wallet.

"I got fifty that says she tells him to go fuck himself." Jeff countered. Judging from the way Parker carried herself, he didn't think that she would lower herself to be with a man that was obviously not interested in her and showed signs of discomfort whenever she said anything about being attracted to him. "Sure she's big, but she ain't a mutant. Besides, she's too smart for you."

Carlito stood up to fish his wallet out of his pocket. "Well, I got a hundred that says Orton will be hitting them both. My man got skills." He high fived Randy and threw his money in the center of the table.

"Carly, keep your money." Randy spoke up. "I don't need a bet. I'll fuck them both…right here on the fucking table…don't make no me no nevermind." He patted John on the shoulder. "You wouldn't know what to do with a woman with tits like that anyway." All night, even though he had enjoyed feeling Avery's body, he found himself wondering what it would feel like to have his face buried between natural triple D breasts. "See…what you fail to realize is that chick is guaranteed to give you a night to remember, because chicks like her don't get that chance that often because of stuck-up fuckers like you. I'm telling you, when she goes at it…she goes hard. Shit…I'll give you two hundred dollars if you just go up to your room right now and stop fucking cock blocking so I can do my thing."

The gauntlet had been laid down. John was dared and bets were placed on if he could get Parker to sleep with him. He didn't want Carlito, Jeff, or Randy to be right. He wasn't trying to be a dick, but a woman her size was not something that John Cena did; and he had done some fugly chicks in his day. But Parker wasn't ugly…she was cute, she just big. What if she had cottage cheese thighs or what if he couldn't find what he was looking for when she took her clothes off? The thought creeped him out. But he wasn't going to let Randy win. This wasn't about Parker, it was about pride and the challenge and John Cena wasn't backing down.

"You're a fucking asshole, you know that right?" John turned to Randy with a smirk on his face. "I wanted to hook up with Avery."

"She don't want you!" Randy said with certainty. "I'm telling you, I could walk over there right now and she would leave with me without giving your dumb ass a second thought and since you managed to piss her off about her girl...man, you just handed me the panties. You dug your own hole, homie. Now the question is am I going to get the chance to fill it for you?"

"Fuck you. You're on. I'm gonna do this shit and I'm gonna fucking enjoy it." John nodded his head at Charlie who was more than happy at the prospect of getting paid. "And when she's screaming my name, I wanna make sure you hear it."

"And though you may hit, know this…the whole time she's with you, she'll be wondering what 10 ½ inches feels like, instead of that little 6 inch shit you got." Randy was disappointed, but he was still getting laid. It really didn't matter to him.

A/N 2: And I lied...start long ass A/N now...since FF is acting crazy and most of you won't read this chapter until they fix the problem, I wanted to take the time to explain this chapter. Some might be disappointed in the way the guys are acting, but I'm subscribing to that 'boys will be boys' cliche. I want these guys to be real and I have enough male friends to know this is the kinda shit they talk about...even with me sittng at the table with them. Everyone has the potential be an asshole, especially when there is liquor involved...I'm just playing the angle. I'm not trying to make them assholes, they're just men...enough said.

And I took a stab at making fun of myself too. I happen to LOVE slash and my favorite pairings are Jericho/Orton, Batista/Jericho, Batista/Orton, Cena/Edge, Jeff/Shannon and Jeff/Matt...I know, I know, but some of them are HOT! Give me a good slash with one of those pairings and it's gonna be a long and interesting night! As you know I write slash and I'm sure those guys wouldn't appreciate it...