Perfect Desirable Duo. (Jorrie Photoshoot)

Torrie Wilson Cena ran her fingers through a few strands of her blonde hair on her left shoulder. Her beautiful smile shone on her face as she stepped out of John's silver car feeling the bright sunshine through her smooth skin.

"John, will you just turn off the radio we're gonna be late" Torrie spoke as she leaned into the open radio.

"Hey! I'm going through memory lane and listening to my cd, you can't turn it off." John said.

"Going down memory lane? you're listening to Red Sox Game" Torrie spoke.

"No I'm not," John lied.

"You so are, I know the difference between singing and listening to a baseball game" Torrie spoke.

"I mean come on I'm married to you, I know all about sports now since it's like you're married to that too" Torrie spoke as she rolled her eyes.

"Hold on Tor, give me at least one hour." John said.

Torrie folded her arms.

"No we have to be in the studio in 5 minutes" Torrie spoke.

"Okay 30 minutes"

Torrie just shook her head standing by the car.

"I have to listen to this Torrie give me at least a half hour." John said.

Torrie stared at John.

"No,"

"You let me normally" John moaned.

"That's when I'm shopping in the mall, you can sit in the car but John you're needed in the studio come on don't you to show how we shine together in pictures and shoots" Torrie spoke with a smile.

"Yes...in a half an hour." John said.

Torrie stared at John, she leaned over and grabbed his keys so the radio would cut out at the very tense part of the game.

"And..he.." Was the last words John heard.

John looked at Torrie with shock.

"Torrie!" John yelled.

"Opps" Torrie spoke, she then threw the keys over her head, and they ended up going down the drain.

John moved his head to the side as he looked at Torrie with "Well done" sacrastic look across his face.

"Now that was your fault" Torrie spoke once she turned back to John.

"No it was your fault, you had the keys." John said.

"Well if you actually put me first before you damn radio then maybe that wouldn't have happened!" Torrie yelled back.

"If you didn't throw the keys it wouldn't have happened." John said.

Torrie looked at John, before she blew out a breath.

"Fine, well let's go in the studio" Torrie spoke.

"And how do you actually get back home," John asked folding his arms leaning against the car.

"By the car duh" Torrie spoke.

"Of course, I must be stupid not to think of that...oh wait you threw the keys down the drain!" John yelled.

"John don't yell at me!" Torrie spoke.

"Just great we'll never get home." John said.

"Yes we will," Torrie said back brushing back her blonde hair unto her back.

"Oh yeah..how? when the keys are down the drain" John asked.

"Well you know how to hotwire a car don't you?" Torrie asked as she adjusted her silver handbag.

"Of course I do." John said.

Torrie smiled proudly.

"Well there you go," Torrie spoke.

"Oh no, no the last time I did that I was knocked nearly 10 feet away from the car," John said.

"Well be careful this time" Torrie spoke.

"Or I could tell you how to hotwire the car and if you get thrown I can try to catch you." John said.

"John I know nothing about cars, only how to drive one" Torrie spoke while she clipped open her mirror.

"Fine, I'll hotwire the car." John said.

"Well great that's sorted, now can we go into studio?" Torrie asked.

"Wait one second," John spoke, he tried to open his car door but it was locked.