A/N: If you've never heard the song, I Am the Body Beautiful, I've put it on my myspace page. Even if you don't like the music or Salt-N-Pepa for that matter, just listen to the words; it's brilliant. Again, you guys are amazing…the sudden success of this story is a little scary and I'm afraid to disappoint now, but I am humbled and truly appreciative. With that, I hope you enjoy the long ass set-up. :-)

Chapter 6

It hardly seemed like they had been talking for as long as they had, but after what seemed like only a few minutes alone with John, Parker looked up and noticed that they were the last two in the bar. "I guess we closed this place down, huh?" Parker said with a smile. This was like something out of a weird wet dream, being alone in a bar with John Cena, she couldn't have written it better herself.

John looked around and noticed how deserted everything was. "Yeah…they'll probably be kicking us out soon." He stood from his seat, unsure of when he should actually attempt to make his move. "I'm hungry…you wanna get something to eat?"

Parker shrugged. "Sure. What time is it?"

John looked at his watch. "Almost three…is anything still open around here?"

"Crazy John's. It's on The Block." She stood up from chair and pulled her tank top and jacket down over her stomach. It was something about sitting that made all shirts, no matter how comfortable or loose, roll at the bottom hem up over her stomach, that always pissed her off. It was like the cotton knew it was being stretched to the hilt and decided to roll up past the largest part of her to save itself from being stretched out any further. Apparently, her clothes didn't like the fact that she was fat, either. "You do know what The Block is, don't you?"

John nodded. "Yeah…I've rolled through here a few times. I still can't believe y'all have a porn district right near City Hall." Although he tried to make it sound like he would never be interested in something like that, he had frequented a couple of the spots there on his other trips to Baltimore.

Walking with him out of the hotel, Parker and John started their short journey to Crazy John's down Baltimore Street. "You know, this place use to be a red light district, back when sailors would come into the Port of Baltimore, way before the Inner Harbor was built. The sailors on leave would come down here, take in a burlesque show, have a good time, and go on about their business. It was really upscale once upon a time." As soon as they made it onto the block part of The Block, she turned up her nose. "Now it's just a bunch of porn shops, a few tattoo parlors, and titty bars. Larry Flynt's Hustler Club is about the only halfway decent place down here…and of course, Crazy John's."

John opened the door to the famous eatery and was surprised at how crowded it was at that time of night. It seemed like half of Baltimore was crammed in that little eatery. "So what's good here?"

"The hotdogs. You haven't experienced Baltimore, until you've had crabs from Captain Joe's or a hotdog from Crazy John's."

John looked at her uneasily. "I don't know…I really shouldn't be eating that kinda shit this late at night."

"It's a hotdog." It wasn't like he was going to eat a half of side of beef or a four course meal for that matter. Parker for one couldn't understand his apprehension. If she got hungry, she would eat, no matter what time it was. Screw that shit about eating light after a certain hour because of digestion; her digestive track was fine. And really, it was about pleasing the taste buds. Nothing was better than a late night foodgasm.

"You know how much shit is in a hotdog?" He peaked back over the counter and could feel his mouth water. "What the hell…give me two of 'em. You want something?"

Parker shook her head. It was one thing to munch on a few nachos in front of John; it was something totally different to actually eat in front of him. No matter how confident Parker was, that was something she didn't do; eating in public was strictly forbidden. It was bad enough that people looked at her with disgust, she wasn't about to embarrass the hell out of herself by eating in front of them too. She just knew they would be watching her, looking to see what she put on her plate, paying attention to if she stuffed her mouth or if she was sloppy and dropped food all over herself as she ate. Because all fat people were slobs, right? They all walked around with chicken grease on the front of their shirts from the pig out sessions they always had. She had heard enough of that shit for a lifetime. She wasn't eating in front of him no matter how hungry she was, point blank… end of story.

"This place is kinda cool." John said pouring mustard on his hotdog and loading it with sauerkraut.

Parker nodded. "They have good pizza too. The place next door has the best Slushies in the world, though." If there was one thing Parker knew, it was where to get a good meal and the more interesting the place, the better. "I love that place because it's the only joint I know where you can get fried chicken and a dildo in the same store." She smiled at John's laughter. "For real…they sell food up the front, but in the back they sell adult toys; it's fucking classic."

Stuffing his bottle of Diet Coke in his pants pocket, John palmed both hotdogs and motioned his head toward the door. "So where ya wanna go?"

"We could walk around the Harbor." She didn't know why she suggested that. Walking wasn't hard for Parker, but walking with velour jogging pants on was. Sometimes she was convinced that her clothes were as out to get her as the rest of the world. Normally, she wore jeans, so it didn't really bother her when her thighs rubbed together. But those jogging pants were thin and they made a sound when she walked that reminded her of corduroy…she wondered if John could hear it; she could. She knew she was good to walk at least up to Phillips, but attempting that walk all the way up to the Rusty Scupper…not so much. Either a small fire would break out between her legs from the material rubbing together or she would have some serious chaffing in the morning. Either way, they were doing the short trip; the Science Center and back, that's all the Harbor he was getting out of her.

John nodded and followed Parker back the way they had come. He looked at his hotdog with caution before he decided to put it to his lips. "I'm gonna regret this." He took the first bite and his eyes rolled back in his head. "But, God that's good! This is the best fucking thing I've had in ages. Baked chicken is alright, but damn! I ain't had a hotdog in three months. I'm gonna be in the gym forever tomorrow working this shit off."

Parker looked at him confused. "Do you always worry about what you look like?"

John nodded. "Don't you?" He realized what he said after it came out. He didn't want her to think that he was trying to make some underhanded comment about her size.

"Look at me Johnny; do you really think I give a fuck what I look like?" Parker walked with her hands in her pockets as they made their way past the Light Street Pavilion.

"Well, your shit's put together. You ain't all sloppy and shit…you even got the matching kicks to hook up the little pink outfit…you got it going on." He tossed the hotdog wrapper in the trash before opening his second. "You care."

"But not like you. You're gonna work out extra hard because of two hotdogs? And you have the nerve to wash it down with a Diet Coke…you can't really like the way that shit tastes. I dunno, it just seems a bit much to me." She shook her head. "I would just think that somebody like you wouldn't be so worried about what other people thought."

John stopped at a bench just outside of the West Wall and took a seat. He had noticed that Parker seemed to have a hard time keeping up with his fast pace of walking and not being one to stroll, John decided that maybe they should sit so she could catch her breath. "I like the way I look and I like the way people look at me because of how I look. For me, a hundred more crunches is a small price to pay when I know that people are admiring my body."

"Just seems like a waste…doing all that to impress people." She said under her breath. The last thing she wanted to do was to get into this image argument with John Cena. He was WWE Champ for crying out loud. She didn't want to get on her high horse, but judging from the things he was saying, he wasn't much better than those stupid girls she went to high school with.

John curled up his lips in challenge. "We're all guilty of it. Don't tell me you don't try to impress people."

"Not with how I look. See…I already know that I am the body beautiful." She nodded with a smirk.

He was confused. He had never heard that term before. "What's that mean?"

"It's one of my favorite songs. It means, I am the grand diva, I am the queen bee…I'm not the house, but the whole mansion..." She started to laugh because she knew he had no idea what she was talking about. Perhaps if he had been a gay man, he would have understood. "I am a woman, I am mother, I am earth…I am FABULOUS! I know what I am in here…" She pointed to her head and to her heart. "And that makes me body beautiful. This…this is just a shell, it's not who I am; it's only what I look like. And all the crunches in the world isn't going to make me a better person."

It sounded good, but John was having a hard time believing that anybody would want to be that big on purpose. "But you can't tell me that you wouldn't be happy if you lost a little weight." He knew he was treading on thin ice; talking about a woman's weight was the quickest way to guarantee no ass and getting the shit slapped out of him, but Parker didn't seem to mind discussing it.

"I'm happy now; it's other people that aren't happy with my appearance, but fuck them. They aren't putting food on my table or paying my bills. I don't give a flying fuck about what people think about how I look." She tossed her hair over her shoulder and leaned back on the bench. "I'm not gonna lie…I've tried to lose weight. I even joined a gym. Do you have any idea how it feels to me my size walking into a gym? Everybody there's supposed to be doing the same thing, getting fit. But when I walk in, everybody stops and stares. You can almost hear them asking why I am there, as if because I'm big, I can't want to be healthy too. At first I thought it was just because I was at a co-ed gym, but the women's gyms are just as bad. Fat people don't belong there; they've made that perfectly clear. So I don't go."

"But just think about how good you'd look when the weight comes off, the little outfits you could wear. I bet you'd have guys knocking your door down to get with you.'

"I already look good. It's all a matter of perception. So what, if I get a smaller dress size, I'll get more dates? Trust me when I say, there are some guys that dig big girls. Ask yourself this, would you rather lay on a pillow or a pole? It's more cushion for the pushin'." She wasn't sure how this conversation turned sexual, but she was going to dispel any myth that he had about big girls not getting any. "And let me tell you, big girls can do anything that skinny girls can. Granted, you may not be able to bend me like a pretzel, but I guarantee you a fuck you'll never forget. See, you gotta be fragile with skinny bitches…they bruise easy, you run the risk of breaking them in half; but big girls, we take that shit hard, cause you got to get through the fat to fucking feel it." She couldn't help but to laugh, but that's what she always did. Making light of the situation made it so much easier for her to deal with it. "I go at it hard, soft, any position imaginable… doesn't matter to me. I like sex; I'm not embarrassed about what I look like when I take my clothes off. I think that's where you guys fuck it up. Because you're embarrassed about what big girls look like, you think we should be too. Fuck that. I gets down with the get down and I have yet to have a complaint."

If nothing else, he appreciated her candor. In some ass backward way, she reminded him of Orton. "How'd you get to be like this?"

"Like what?" She wasn't sure what he meant, but she had a pretty good idea. "How'd I get to be sexy as all hell or extremely witty? Or how did I get to be 285 pounds? Which this are you referring to?"

John was perceptive. He could tell by her tone of voice that he was touching a nerve. Instead of answering and risk getting punched in the face, he shrugged.

"I've always been heavy. I never had baby fat; it was just fat, baby. I was always teased as a kid, but when I went home being fat wasn't a bad thing. When I was in high school, they use to call me Grimace and when I walked down the hall, they would say 'robble-robble'. I never understood that, because that's what the Hamburglar said that, not Grimace…he didn't talk." She laughed when John did. It was funny now, but it wasn't when she was younger. "Plus, being a smart fat girl meant I got no dick in high school. But, I hung out with Avery so I got enough attention from guys to get by; even if they were just my friends. Having hot ass male friends is a definite ego boost." She smiled thinking of how Avery use to try to hook her up with some of the more popular guys and how they would do it just to make Avery happy. But Parker never went for it; she didn't want anyone's pity. "I love Ry-Ry to death and I would choke a bitch out for that girl, but it's amazing to me how insecure she can get. Here I am the fat girl and I have loads of self-esteem, but the pretty skinny one is a fucking mess."

"What is she insecure about?" Judging from the Avery he met, he would have never had guessed she was self-conscious about anything. "She's beautiful."

"Yeah…and she's the President and CEO of the Itty-Bitty-Titty-Committee." She couldn't help but to chuckle. "I have never seen a bitch more worried about her tit size in all my life. All that shit that she's got going for her and she obsesses over that. And if I have to hear about how fucking skinny she is and how nothing fits her right because it just hangs on her one more time, I'm taking a hostage. If I looked like Avery and had guys making an ass of themselves, ignoring other people just to get to know me better…" She shot her eyes up to John's hoping he'd catch on that she was talking about him. "I wouldn't be worried about shit. But she does and that's her thing. Me…I don't care. She says that what she loves about me, I don't let other people decide who I am. I know who I am and I love me and I've managed to convince Avery that she's perfect too; even though she has no tits." She laughed out loud. "We call ourselves Supermodels because that's what we are. Those runway bitches got nothing on us." She gave him a confident nod and smiled at how true that was.

"What's it like though?" John had always been a scrawny kid that was picked on for being so small. He started weight lifting so that the other kids wouldn't tease him for being skinny anymore. He was unhappy about his size and he did something about it. He had a hard time understanding how Parker could be so comfortable about her size now.

"Oh…it has its down sides. Like shopping…it's fucking impossible. They think because you're big, you gotta be tall. Petite plus sizes are few and far between. They have Big and Tall stores for men, they don't have Short and Fat stores for women. And that's another thing that pisses me off. Big boys can get skinny bitches. You see a big boy and if he's cute, skinny bitches are all over him. But try being a big girl; skinny guys and buffed out ones like you, don't give us a second glance. And I'm telling you, y'all are missing out on some damn good pussy and a chick that can make you one hell of a sandwich afterwards." Parker smirked at John then looked down at her tennis shoes. The last thing she wanted to do was to tell a tale of woe about being fat to John Cena. She had lusted over him for years and though she often dreamed about being alone with him, this was not the conversation she thought she'd be having.

"But you seem fine with it. You got this way of making people not really notice your size." He tried to lighten the mood by smiling and playfully nudging her with his arm. He noticed the sad look in her eye and felt sorry for her.

"No matter how confident I am, I know my place in society. I hate riding the bus or on a plane because my hips hang over the next seat and people get an attitude. I have to put up with fuckers like your boy, Charlie. They think because I'm big that means I'm a pig and I'm dirty and I'm sloppy. They figure, I must be lazy and that I don't take care of myself. It's fucking weight; it's not my maker and executioner. You know there are laws to protect people from racial, sexual, and religious discrimination, there ain't shit for being fat." She looked up at him and forced a sad smile. "It sucks sometimes, but I can't worry about that. This is me and I'm not changing for anybody."

"But what about…"

Parker shook her head and let out a breath. "Johnny…there's more to me than this. I'm fat; we both know that, but it's not all that I am. Ask me about school, or about my family or about what growing up in Baltimore was like. Ask me about my first kiss, or why I have a crush on you. Talking about my weight isn't gonna make me lose any; all the fat camps I've been to couldn't make me wanna do it and a fine ass WWE Superstar damn sure ain't gonna either."

He had to admit it, Parker was growing on him. She had this confidence that he had never seen before, yet she didn't come off as being conceited. She had this personality that made her weight disappear. Granted, she still wasn't his type, but could feel himself becoming more accepting of his mission. The more he looked at her, the more he noticed how her dark eyes glimmered when she laughed. He found himself looking at her lips, admiring how plump they were. He could do this; after all, she was a woman. There wasn't a woman alive that he couldn't get it up for. Without words or warning, John leaned over and brushed a soft kiss across Parker's lips then he sat back to take in her reaction.

"What the hell was that for?" It was almost sensory overload, but Parker had to play it cool. Not only had she hugged Carlito, Jeff Hardy, and Shelton Benjamin, she got pecked and felt up by Randy Orton, but now John Cena was kissing her! A girl could only take so much in one night.

John let a sexy smirk spread across his lips while remaining close to her face. "Well, I don't know what they call it here in B-more, but where I come from that was called a kiss."

"Yeah…but why?" That fat girl insecurity slowly started to rear its ugly head. There was no way in hell John liked her. "You didn't have to do that. You weren't interested before. You were all up in Avery's ass."

John shook his head. "Correction, right now, Orton is up in Avery's ass." He gave her a genuine smile before leaning in and kissing her again. He brought his hand up to the side of her face and traced her earlobe with his thumb, while slowly running his tongue over her bottom lip. He pulled away slowly, still feeling her heavy breaths on his lips. "And that was before I got to know you. I am definitely interested now."

Parker sat back on the bench and let out a deep sigh. She looked at John seriously. "What is this, bet your friends you can fuck a fat chick? I've been that girl before, not interested in doing that again." She watched him shake his head, no matter how much she wanted to believe it, it didn't sit right with her. But then again, when would she ever have the opportunity to fuck John Cena again. It really wasn't much of a choice. He was John Cena!

"What? You're not interested in me?" That was a first, a woman was turning him down; a fat woman at that. This had to be a world record somewhere.

"Come on…look at you, why the hell wouldn't I be interested? I know I'm cute, but come on…you're Johnny; you're fucking Cena. And I'm me. You don't see the disconnect here?" Parker wasn't a girl that couldn't get laid, just not by guys like him. "I don't want your pity and I don't wanna satisfy your curiosity if big girls really go hard."

John sat back and looked at her with an amused expression. "So all that shit you were popping earlier was just a bunch of talk, huh?"

A blush stained her cheeks. "Oh hell no, I'm fierce; let's not get it twisted. All I'm saying is, if you're not sure about this, then put down the rubber and step away from the big girl now. It's a whole other world over here and I don't know you can handle a ride on the wild side."

"Is that a challenge?"

"It's not a challenge." Parker said seriously. "I look a lot different without clothes on than I do right now and I really like you…I don't wanna see that look of shock or disgust on your face. It would really fucking suck to have to find a new favorite wrestler."

John stood up and extended his hand to Parker. "You told me you were the body beautiful, right?" He watched her nod. "Well, I'm interested in knowing exactly what that means."

Parker looked at his hand and reluctantly she placed hers in his. She knew all this was going to be was one night with the WWE Champ. She had told him the truth, tried to prepare him for the shock, but he still wanted to go. If nothing else, her fantasy was going to come true and hopefully, she would look on this night with fond memories. She was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. Parker was given the task to prove to John that big girls were just as flirty, frisky, sexy, and desirable as their skinny counterparts; she wasn't doing this for herself, although she planned on getting a lot out of it. No, she was going to do this to set the record straight for big girls everywhere and she was definitely up for the challenge.