Raw: March 28, 2005 (Marissa's P.o.V.)
"I'm so nervous right now, Trish. I'm not sure I'm ready to have my first match tonight." I say to Trish as I get my ring gear on.
"Don't worry, Marissa. You'll do fine. Even if you do lose, you will be fine. Not everyone wins their first ever match, but you are definitely ready to have yours." the Women's Champion replies.
"How are you sure?"
"I'll be out there with you if you need help plus you haven't had a match, but you are already better than Christy Hemme."
We walk out of her locker-room and run right into Randy Orton, who I've known since I was twelve.
"Randy," Trish says, "please talk some sense into Marissa. She does not think she is ready to have her first ever match tonight."
"Don't hate me, Marissa, but Trish is right. You are definitely ready to face Christy Hemme tonight. Ric, Paul, Trish, myself, and a few other people have contributed to your training. You are ready." He says.
"If you say so." I reply.
"This next match is scheduled for one fall." Lilian announces.
("Walk Idiot Walk" by The Hives plays)
Christy Hemme walks out with Lita.
"Introducing first being accompanied by Lita, the winner of the Raw Diva Search, Christy Hemme!"
Ha,Ha,Ha,Ha, Oh!
Oh it's time to rock and roll.
This time I'm in control.
Right now Iown the streets.
I got the keys to the city.
That's cause I get down…
Trish, with her title, and I walk out. I am trying really hard not to panic right now. Trish gives me a reassuring look.
"And her opponent from Saint Louis, Missouri, being accompanied to the ring by the WWE Women's Champion Trish Stratus, Marissa!"
I get in the ring and staredown Christy while waiting for the bell to ring.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Christy and I immediately lock up. She says something about me always being inferior to her. I kick her in the stomach. I irish whip her into the corner and give her a running forearm. She falls down.
I pull her up by her hair and go to slap her, but she stops and slaps me. I cringe and go for a forearm, but she ducks. I hit the turnbuckle. Trish then stands on the apron and distracts Christy.
I go up behind her and go for a cradle but she reverses it into her own cradle.
1..2..3!
"Here is your winner, Christy Hemme!"
I roll out of the ring and Trish helps me backstage.
"I told you I wasn't ready." I say.
"You did great out there, Marissa. Christy winning was a fluke. One day, you'll be the one with this title." She gestures to her Women's Championship.
"I guess you could be right." We hug and get ready to leave for the night.
A/n: This was just some history on my OC from the Divas of Domination. I might do some more oneshots like this eventually.