"Jessica! Please come back so we can talk about this!"

"If I won't pick up the phone, talk to you backstage or even return a text what in your tiny little pea that you call a brain makes you even think that I will talk to you about this out here. No offence guys but seriously?"

"Just hear me out"

I paused and turned on my heel. Anger simmered through my veins at those four helpless words. He was begging – begging me to stay, listen to his hapless excuses about something that we had been over and over until there was nothing to go over any more.

"Hear you out about what Randy? How can I hear you out when you cannot give me a better answer than I don't remember?"

"Your right Jess, you are right I do not remember but I know that I love you and I would never do that, ever."

An involuntary cynical chuckle escaped from my throat as I tried to swallow back my emotions.

Say you're sorry
That face of an angel comes out
Just when you need it to
As I pace back and forth all this time
'Cause I honestly believed in you

"Now folks I would just like to make clear that we have no idea what is going on here – this was not supposed to happen, we are live and sometimes the unexpected happens. We are live and unedited; some say it is the beauty of live television. I doubt Jessica Michaels would call this raucous Randy Orton seems to be causing beautiful at this very moment."

I began making my way back to the ring. Rage was my fuel as I returned. How could he do this to me? After everything that we did to keep our private life and relationship private and now he pulls a stunt like this?

Holdin' on,
The days drag on
Stupid girl
I should've known, I should've known

"So how did she get my number? How did she know where you were when I didn't? How do you explain that Randy? Huh? Oh that's right you can't because you can't remember."

We were now almost nose to nose; I could see Randy searching my eyes for something – anything that would give this spectacle validation. And then he surprised me as he got to his knees – a sick, twisted replay of three years ago.

"Jess, remember – it was in this very ring, this state in which you agreed to marry me-"

"I remember"

His eyes shone as he saw a ghost of encouragement to this mission.

"We can still do that, forget this and move on with our lives."

That I'm not a princess
This ain't a fairytale
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet
Lead her up the stairwell

What was the point in whispering into a microphone? The eeriness of the silence of the full arena deafening as he waited for an answer, Randy dropped the microphone and circled his hands to around waist, almost as though this would change anything. "Please" he whispered as he looked up into my eyes. Still searching. "No" I said, the microphone now inadequate as it fell to the floor and I pushed him back.

This ain't Hollywood,
This is a small town
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down

Trying to regain any dignity and composure I had left I backed out of the ring as my music hit. Was the music really necessary? Was it a ploy by Vince McMahon to make this seem as if this scene was supposed to happen? I was greatful for the attempt but I was no longer as naive as I once was, the fans knew, the world knew. My world had now completely crumbled around me and there was no way of rebuilding what was now broken. I took of the ring – the stupid ring that we had spent all day looking for; it still didn't fit, ironic if you think about it really, and threw it to the crowd. They could keep it, pawn it – I didn't really care, all I wanted to do was get to Carolina and forget the world existed.

Now its too late for you and your White Horse,
To come around.