Super SmackDown Live: November 6, 2012

Randy grabbed my hands as he walked into our locker-room with me. "There is something I want to say real quick. My match against Alberto Del Rio is a Falls Count Anywhere match tonight. I don't think you should be at ringside. I think you should just stay in here."

"Okay. That's fine with me. I might take a nap."

"You are not taking a nap while I have a match. You can take your nap after my match."

I laugh. "Okay, I'll take my nap right after your match."

"Thanks, sweetheart. I'm gonna win tonight just for you."

"You do that, Randy. I'll love to watch you win."

"I know, Marissa. I love you so much."

"I love you too." I leaned against Randy.

Randy held me close. "You're my whole damn world. I love you so much, Marissa, and I'll never be able to tell you that enough."

I smile up at him. "You're my world too. Thanks for being there for me."

Randy grinned before kissing my forehead. "Forever and always."

"Forever and always. Man, I'm tired."

Randy nodded. "I know. Just hold off until the end of my match."

"Okay, Randy, I can do that."

"Thanks, I'll carry you to the tour bus if I have to."

"I appreciate it."

"You should. I'm going to go grab some food from Catering. Do you want anything from there?"

"If there's anything sweet, like cookies or cupcakes or something, bring me something. I'm having a bit of a sugar craving."

"Okay. I can do that. Is there anything else you need?"

"I can't think of anything."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"What about me asking Ted to hang out with you while I have my match?"

"I'd appreciate that, but if he doesn't want to, don't make him."

"Okay." Randy kisses my cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too. Thanks so much."

"Of course. See you in a little bit." Randy exits the locker-room.

Ted sits with me as we watch Randy's match from my locker-room. "So how are you feeling right now?"

I shrug. "Alright. I haven't thrown up or anything today. I'm really tired though."

"Do you think something is going on?"

"I don't think I'm sick. I think my body is having a bad reaction to something. I just don't know what."

"That sounds really weird, Rissa."

"I know, but I'm not sick."

"Alright, what are you going to do if you keep feeling like this?"

"I don't know. I hope I don't feel this way much longer. I want to be at ringside for Survivor Series, and that's less than two weeks away."

"I understand, but whatever it is, you need to figure it out."

"I will. I just have no clue what made me start being tired and all of this stuff."

"I understand."

I watch as Randy wins the match. "Oh my gosh! Randy won! I'm so happy for him!"

Ted smiles. "Good for him."

"I'm going to go to guerilla to catch him."

Ted gets up. "Okay, I'll be heading back to my locker-room to call Ryse."

"Okay." I stand up but get hit with a spell of lightheadedness and almost fall.

Ted grabs me. "Woah, hold it. Sit back down. Just wait on Randy to get back here. Are you gonna be alright?"

I nod, still lightheaded. "Give me a few."

"I'm so snitching to Randy about this though. It's concerning."

"I figured you would, Ted."

"You need to figure out what the hell is going on with you."

"I know, Ted. I'll figure it out."

Randy walks in. "I won."

I smile at him. "I know. Congratulations."

"Is everything alright? It seems like something is going on."

Ted looks at Randy. "Your wife just almost fell when she got up because of a spell of lightheadedness."

Randy sat next to me on the couch. "Ted, you can go. Are you gonna be alright, Marissa?"

I shake my head. "I think I'm gonna need to eat something."

"You just ate recently."

"I know. I just feel really out of it."

"Okay."

"I'll go get something from Catering." Ted says.

"Thanks." Randy says as Ted exits the locker-room.

Randy looked at me as we sat together at the hotel. "I'm starting to get rather concerned about you, Rissa. Getting lighthearted like that makes me concerned."

"I know." I look at him with a small smile. "I'm gonna be fine though."

Randy nodded. "I know, Rissa. I'll be here to make sure you'll be fine."

"I appreciate you so much, Randy."

"I appreciate you too, Rissa."

""You did great in your match tonight."

"Thanks, if we're lucky, you'll be ringside for my next match."

"We both know that depends on how I'm feeling."

"I know, Rissa. I'm just gonna hope for the best with that."

"Me too."

"I'm gonna lose my mind if things go bad."

I look at him. "Nothing is going to go bad. Whatever is going on with me, I'll get through it."

"I know, Rissa. I just tend to worry. I gotta stop being pessimistic."

"Yeah, you do."

"How are you going to be at Raw next week? We both know it's the twelfth. That's gonna be a rough day for you. I understand if you want to stay home next week."

"I understand and appreciate your concern, Randy, but I want to go to work next week. It may be the anniversary of my dad's passing, but I want to be with you. I'm coming to work."

"Okay, Rissa."

"I think I'm gonna read another letter."

Randy smiles at me. "How about we read this one together?"

"Alright." I get the letter numbered thirty-five to read.

Date: July 2, 2005

Dear Marissa, despite the fact that I do talk to you some now, I still felt the need to write to you today. You don't even know about these letters, but I have a feeling one day they'll end up in your hands.

Anyway, happy twenty-third birthday. I sent a card in the mail to your apartment since you were kind enough to give me the address. I hope you get it. If not, I'll try to call you later anyway.

As much as I wish we were spending today together, I know that I shouldn't try to force you to spend your birthday with me. I'd missed your last twenty birthdays anyway, and that's my own fault.

I hope we'll be spending one of your birthdays together sooner than later. I love you so much and want as much time with you as I can.

Love, Mom

Randy looks at me. "Are you okay?"

I look at him with tears in my eyes. "That was my last birthday that she was alive for."