This one is kind of short but it's a one shot of Marissa's official Debut as a WWE Diva. And I may have some more one shots and short stories coming soon.

Raw: Dec. 6, 2004

"I'm happy that I get to be a bitch to Christy, but it's my first time doing an official promo. It's not like the lingerie contest you dragged me into last week." I say.

"You'll do fine, Rissa." Randy says.

"That's easy for you to say! Your dad helped you!" Randy looks at me a little upset. "Sorry...I'm-"

"It's fine." He says quickly. "No apology needed."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, and it was the same for me. I threw up before my on-screen debut here in the WWE."

"You did?"

"I did."

"Wow."

"Are you still nervous?"

"Yeah."

Randy kisses my forehead. "It'll be okay, Rissa. It'll be okay."

"You sure?"

"I believe in you. If Christy can do it, you can too."

"Thanks, Randy."

("Walk Idiot Walk" plays)

"Thank you. Thank you, guys, for being so supportive of me. I just want to say-" Christy gets interrupted.

Ha,Ha,Ha,Ha, Oh!

Oh it's time to rock and roll.

This time I'm in control.

Right now I own the streets.

I got the keys to the city.

That's cause I get down…

Trish walks down to the ring with a microphone.

"Oh, Christy." Trish says. "Did you just wanna say that you only are here because you played the fans? Because that's what happened. You made these people think you were here to be a wrestler and you had a passion for this business, but you don't."

"What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what."

"What's your problem?"

"That there are other Diva Search contestants who actually deserve what you have."

"Like who?"

Let me show you what love is.

Let me show you how to move your body.

Let me show you how to make me crazy.

Too much loving never hurt nobody…

I walk down to the ring with a microphone. I glare at Christy.

"Remember me?" I ask.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm Raw's newest Diva, Christy. You aren't the only Diva Search contestant here now."

"Why are you out here?"

"Trish said there are other Diva Search contestants that deserve what you have. I am obviously the top of that list. I'm a lot better than you."

I attack Christy. We end up brawling. Once I get her off by using a chair, she turns around a receives a Chick Kick from Trish.

Trish kneels down by me and offers her hand. I take it, and she pulls me up. I hit Christy with the chair a few times for safe measure. We shake hands and walk backstage together.

"Did I just do that?" I ask.

"You did." Trish says. "Good job."

"Don't think you're going to take my spot here." Christy says as she gets backstage. "Because you're not."

"I don't need your spot, Christy." I say. "I wouldn't want it anyways."

"Whatever." She rolls her eyes and walks away.

"Forget her, Marissa." Trish says. "She's not worth your time."

"I know." I say. "Thanks."

"You're welcome."

"Good job, Rissa." Randy walks up.

"Thanks." I reply.

"This is only the beginning for you."

"You really think so?"

"Definitely. Trish, me, and a few others trained you. You're going places."

"Definitely." Trish agrees. "Future Women's Champion over here."

I smile to myself. "Future Women's Champion sounds pretty great."