Raw: July 9, 2007

Randy gives me a small look as I enter the building for Raw on my phone with Chris. I watch as he grabs a bottle of water.

Chris: "Rissa, you still there?"

Me: "Yeah. Sorry I just got backstage for Raw."

Chris: "It's fine, babe. You ready for your match tonight?"

Me: "I am."

Chris: "Good. Are you nervous?"

Me: "A little bit."

Chris: "You'll do fine. Look I got to go. I will call you later. Okay."

Me: "Okay. Bye."

Chris: "Bye."

I hang up. Candice approaches me.

"You ready?" She asks.

"More than ready." I say. "I'm going to kick Jillian's ass."

"Good."

Maria walks up and hugs me. "Hey, girl."

"Hey…"

"You ready for tonight?"

"Oh yeah."

"Good."


("Paparazzi" plays)

"The following Divas match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Louisville, Kentucky, being accompanied to the ring by Melina, Jillian Hall!"

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…

"And her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by the Women's Champion, Candice Michelle, Marissa!"

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Jillian and I lock up. I get the advantage and lock her in a Sleeper Hold. She escapes. We exchange Right Hands. I then headbutt her. I Clothesline Jillian to the ground. I then blow Melina a kiss. When Jillian gets up, I hit a Superkick on her. I get on the top rope and hit a Moonsault on Jillian. I pin her.

1…2…3!

"Here is your winner, Marissa!"

I quickly roll out of the ring. Candice grabs me, and we head backstage.


"So…" I say as I laugh. "Candice is so drunk that it took me, Michelle, and Torrie to get her to the hotel room. And Dave follows us while laughing his ass off. He didn't help either. I think Eddie Guerrero was there too. I miss him. But we get there, and she keeps trying to leave. She doesn't, but she ends up throwing up all over Michelle. She about killed Candice."

Candice laughs. "Luckily, she didn't. Was I really that bad?"

"Yes!"

"Where was our other co-workers?"

"Most were at the bar. We actually ran into JBL while going to the hotel room. He laughed his ass off."

Kelly laughs. "When was this?"

"Sometime while we were on SmackDown in 2005."

"Wow."

"Yeah. It was crazy."

Maria laughs. "2005 was crazy in general."

"True. Remember the six woman bra and panties match, Candice?"

"Yeah! You eliminated me!" Candice says.

"Still not sorry."

"I wished I had been on SmackDown in 2005." Kelly says.

"You missed some crazy stuff."

"Remember when we walked in on Melina and Nitro?" Candice asks.

"They shouldn't have been in the Divas locker-room."

"What were they doing?" Maria asks.

"Having sex."

"Wow…"

"Yeah…"

"So you saw his…you know?"

"He isn't big." Candice says.

Maria laughs. "Okay."


I had just changed out of my ring gear and headed to Catering when I see Randy again.

"Good job." He says.

"Thanks." I reply.

Randy and I stand there awkwardly. My phone starts to ring as Chris is calling me. I debate inside my head whether or not to answer it.

"Might wanna answer that." Randy says quietly.

"He can call me again later if it's important."

"Who's calling you?"

"A person."

"Do I know them?"

"Yes."

There's an awkward silence between us for a few seconds until my phone stops ringing.

"Why didn't you answer it?" Randy asks.

"Like I said if it was important than he'll call again." I say.

"Who's he?"

"Why are you so concerned about it?"

"Why aren't you answering me?"

"You don't have a right to be concerned about who's calling me."

"Really? Because I've known you for thirteen years. I'm also friends with many members of your family. I'm concerned."

"You're concerned? Well…were you concerned that you might hurt me when you hit me with the RKO without giving me an early notice?"

"It was an accident. I called and texted you."

"I didn't have my phone. I was in the hospital for weeks. You could've came and seen me in the hospital. Edge and Lita and many others did. But you…I guess you weren't that concerned about me." I walk away from Randy and to Catering.


After going to Catering, I head to the Divas locker-room and sit on the floor.

"What's wrong?" Mickie says snidely. "Having problems with Randy again? You know he and I are good friends now."

I roll my eyes. "Good for you I guess. I honestly don't care about you or Randy. I've never liked you, and I don't need him. Go be friends with him. Brag all you want about it, but I bet he'll still not sleep with you."

"Ugh!" Mickie says before leaving.

My phone is ringing again. It's Chris again. I answer it.

Me: "Hey."

Chris: "Hey. Are you okay? I called you earlier."

Me: "Yeah. Sorry. I've just been talking to so many people tonight, and I'm still catching up with people. Well…arguing with some."

Chris: "Did something happen?"

Me: "Well I've seen Mickie. You know that she and I can't stand each other. And Randy. Do I have to explain that one?"

Chris: "Did he touch you?"

I could hear the concern in Chris's voice.

Me: "No. He acted all concerned about my personal life and stuff. When you called, he wanted to know who it is. Sorry about not answering. We're not public, and I was with Randy so you know I didn't tell him. I got annoyed by his supposed concern. He got annoyed by me not telling him. We argued. The incident got brought up. I walked away from it eventually."

Chris: "Okay. Are you okay?"

Me: "Yeah."

Chris: "I know you're aware that Randy and I have never liked each other, but my dislike for him has never been as bad as it's been since he injured you."

Me: "I know."

Chris: "On the other hand, great match."

Me: "Thanks."

Chris: "Aww shit. I gotta go."

Me: "I know how it is. Fozzy stuff."

Chris: "Thank you for understanding."

Me: "Don't worry, babe. I'm back on the road. I understand all too well. Bye."

Chris: "Bye."