July 2, 2009 (Day 4) (My Birthday)

"Wake up, Rissa." I hear Randy's voice.

"Nooooo." I say before turning over.

"Come on, Rissa. You don't want to miss your birthday. Do you?"

"Not really."

"Then get up."

I roll out of bed. "Fine, Randy, you win."

"I always do."

I roll my eyes at him as I slip on an old t-shirt that Randy had given me, jean shorts, and put on a pair of black converse.

"You ready to get your first tattoo today?"

"I guess."

We run downstairs, grab breakfast to go, and leave or the tattoo parlor. The lady who I end up with has more tattoos than even Punk. Her name is Marianna.

Marianna has me lay down on a bench and take my shirt off. Luckily we're in a private room, and Randy is the only other person in there. I don't need tons of people watching me get my first tattoo. It's a butterfly with black and blue wings, to honor my mom and dad. It's going to be on my right shoulder.

She starts the tattoo. It hurts. I can tell Randy can tell it hurts. He looks at me with concern and grabs my hand. After an hour and a half, it's done. I slip my shirt on. Randy drives me back, explaining to me how to take good care of my tattoo the entire time.

Once we get back, I see presents. I get ushered to the table. I open the presents. Maryse got me an expensive wine. Eve got me a framed picture of her, Maryse, and me at the Hall of Fame this year. Ted and Cody gave me 100 dollars each. Randy suddenly puts a gold chain around my neck. It's a golden locket of a heart. The inside has his and my names connected by an infinity sign. I hug him.

"Thanks, everyone." I say.

"You're welcome." They all say.

We had a great night that night drinking, singing, and whatever else we could think of. I'm going to feel the effects of this in the morning.


July 3, 2009 (Day 5)

I was definitely feeling the effects of last night. I woke up with a huge headache. I let out a huge groan. Randy walks in.

"Here." He throws me some advil.

"You too?" I ask.

"Yup, and think we're the only ones who brought advil. So don't say anything, I don't want to share."

"You were never one for sharing."

"You know it."

We walk downstairs to see everyone else nursing hangovers. Randy smiles knowingly at me. We sit with our friends.

"You don't look like you guys have a hangover like the rest of us." Maryse says.

"We didn't drink as much." Randy lies.

"Okay then."


As the others nurse their hangovers, Randy and I decide to check out this personal ring Ted has here. We find it towards the back of the house and it's about as good as the WWE rings. We decide to train in it.

The next thing I know I am in a sleeper hold on my knees.

"Can't breathe." I say.

He releases the sleeper hold. I gasp for air. Randy helps me up.

"You can practice on me next." He says.

I do a drop kick from the top rope. He stumbles; I do another. He falls. I try to lock in the Figure-Four, but he pulls me down. I land on top of him. My hands land right on top of his chest. He chuckles. I playfully smack him. We get up and he irish whips me into the rope. I kick him in the chest when I head towards him again. I run into the ropes and use the momentum to hit a DDT on him. He looks at me in astonishment.

"You've improved."

I mock him. "I always do."

He rolls his eyes. "You're right. It does get annoying sometimes."

"You finally understand."

"Now I feel bad."

I pull him into a hug. "It's okay."

"We might as well get out of the ring."

"Why?"

"We both know what this is going to lead to. Ted said no PDA in the ring."

"Fine."

We get out of the ring, kiss, and finish training.


We watch SmackDown in the living room. Paul (Triple H) is announced as Randy's number one contender. Ted DiBiase Sr. is announced as the Guest Host of Raw on Monday. That means good things for Legacy and us. Michelle and Chris are currently in the ring to cut a promo.

"You can boo all you want. We know you're just jealous." Chris says.

"He's right. I am the Women's Champion, and after Night of Champions, Chris and his partner, Edge, will beat Carlito and Primo for the Tag Team Titles." Michelle says.

Cody and Ted were glaring at the TV. They wanted the tag title shot. Maryse looks at them.

"Ted, you can talk to your dad on Monday. He can put you in the match." She says.

"Marissa is pathetic. She's-" Michelle get cut off.

You can look, but you can't touch

You keep dreaming on the stars above…

Nikki walks out by herself, at least someone is taking a stand. She heads into the ring and gets in Michelle's face.

"Who the hell do you think you are? I am the Women's Champion and-" Nikki cuts Michelle off.

"No one cares, Michelle. Get that through that thick skull of yours."

"Brie, Nikki, whichever one you are, sweetie, I know you're jealous of me. I mean, who wouldn't be? Even Marissa, Eve, and Maryse are jealous."

"Is that why you betrayed them, Michelle? You want everyone to be jealous of you? Marissa worked her ass off to get where she is. You aren't even anywhere close to her level."

"Oh, but I am." Nikki turns around to get a Glam Slam from Beth.

Brie runs out there only to receive one as well. I grab my phone and dial Kelly's number. She answers.

Kelly: Hello?

Me: Hey it's Marissa. Could you possibly get Melina to talk to me?

Kelly: Um...sure I'll try.

Melna: Hey...I don't really know why you need to talk to me, but I'll talk.

Me: We need to work together.

Melina: For what?

Me: This Michelle problem is getting to be too much for me, and you hate her a lot. Will you help?

Melina: Sure.