Raw: August 13, 2012

I started putting on my chosen outfit for tonight. "What's the likelihood that either me or Beth is going through a table tonight?"

Randy gave a small laugh. "Well, it's a contract signing. That means at least ninety percent."

"What's the chance that it's her instead of me going through one?"

"Well, it really depends on how you handle the contract signing. On paper, it's about a fifty percent chance for both of you. However, if you walk in being more careful than her, it'd be more likely to be her."

"I'll try my best to be careful."

"That's all you can do, Rissa. You have to sign that contract."

"I know I have to sign it. I'm going to do that and then prove the fact that I'm the one who is winning at SummerSlam."

"Why does that sound like something that I would've said?"

"Because your attitude towards wrestling has definitely been rubbing off on me."

"It suits you really well. Acting like me may help you out."

"Plus, I know how Beth works. I've been talking to Cena about my Ambulance match. I have a strategy."

"What's the strategy?"

"I'll tell you when I'm sure we're fully alone. You never know who starts eavesdropping around here."

"I understand. I can't wait to see you kick some ass."

"I won't disappoint."

"I know you won't. Our date on Saturday went fantastically. We should do that more often."

"I'll agree to that. I wouldn't be opposed to going back to weekly dates. It helped us last time when we were trying to fix things between us."

"That's true. You might be onto something, Rissa. We can do weekly dates again."

"Great! Anyway, do you have anything tonight?"

"I do not, but I've been talking to Booker T. He's promised me a match on SmackDown tomorrow."

"That's good. Do you know who it's against?"

"I do not, but I mentioned some of my preferred opponents."

"Like who?"

"Big Show, Del Rio, Daniel…a few others."

"Oh, I see. If I don't have to wrestle tomorrow, I'll go with you and manage you."

"Thanks, sweetheart."

("Glamazon" plays)

Beth makes an entrance to the ring as AJ sits at a table with our contract. Beth looks at AJ before sitting down to wait on me.

I know I want that girl so bad

I lie awake at night

And think of all the things that I would do

With a girl like that…

I made my way to the ring before holding my Divas Championship in the air. I sit down across from Beth.

"Ladies," AJ speaks. "This Sunday, at SummerSlam, you will face each other in an Ambulance match for the Divas Championship. Obviously, there are serious things at stake in this match. The loser of this match will not get another Divas Championship match as long as the winner is still the Divas Champion. I need you both to sign this contract and agree to the terms of this match."

I immediately grab the contract. "That is not a problem for me."

I sign the contract and put it back on the table while staring at Beth. Beth takes the contract and signs it as well, with neither of us breaking eye contact. Beth closes the contract and passes the contract back to AJ.

AJ smiles. "Thank you, ladies. I will…"

"You know, Marissa, you have been one of the most brave women in this company over the years." Beth comments. "You have never backed away from fighting me, and this time you decided that you wanted an Ambulance match. This just shows what I've been suspecting for quite some time. Your husband has rubbed off on you a little much, and you're acting very rash, just like him. This time, it's going to come back around to backfire on you. This is the end of your reign."

I sat across from Beth with a smirk on my face. "You've said that many times before, Beth, and you've been wrong. You're not going to beat me at SummerSlam. I will beat you and retain my Divas Championship. AJ, Beth and I have both signed the contract. Feel free to leave the ring."

AJ slowly exits the ring. Beth and I continue to glare at each other while sitting across from each other at the table.

"Do you remember our Last Diva Standing match, Marissa? I beat you."

"With Natalya's help."

"What about our No Holds Barred match? Do you remember that one? I won that one too."

"How many times did it take for you to beat me clean in a Divas Championship match? The overall record will prove that I win more than you and…"

Beth slaps me across the face. I hold my cheek as I glare in her direction. I throw my microphone at Beth before tackling her to the ground. We start fighting. Beth throws me head first into the chair. She hits me with the chair before grabbing me once more. I elbow away from Beth before grabbing Beth. I hit Beth with a Suplex.

Referees run towards the ring in preparation to separate us. I roll my eyes and go to hit a Running Knee before the referees can get to me. However, Beth catches me and lifts me up over her shoulders. The referees start arguing with Beth. I elbow Beth and jump off of her. I go for a Neckbreaker, but Beth blocks it. Beth kicks me in the stomach before lifting me up and hitting me with a Powerbomb through the table. I groan as I lay in the remains of the table.

The referees split into two groups, one checking on me and the other getting Beth away from me. Beth exits the ring and starts heading backstage. I start to get up and shove the referees away from me. I pick up my Divas Championship off of the ground. I glare at Beth, who is on the stage, from the ring. I look at my Divas Championship before raising it in the air.

Stephanie and I were standing together backstage as we talked about how things were going.

"So you're still all in with this Ambulance match?" Stephanie asks me.

I laugh. "Yeah, I know it sounds like I'm crazy, but I need this to be finished. Considering all the matches that we've been through, I'm certain that this Ambulance match is the only way to finish it."

A stagehand runs up to us. "Mrs. McMahon, Mrs. Orton, Brock Lesnar attacked Shawn Michaels and dragged him off somewhere."

"What?" Stephanie says in shock. "Where could he be going with Shawn?"

I sigh. "The ring. Brock is definitely going to take Shawn to the ring."

Stephanie gives me a serious look. "I'm heading to guerilla."

I follow Stephanie to guerilla. We arrive just as Paul Heyman threatens that Brock will break Shawn's arm if Triple H gets any closer. Brock breaks Shawn's arm anyway. Triple H runs to the ring as Brock and Heyman escape. A doctor runs down to help.

Stephanie watches as Brock and Heyman arrive backstage and exit guerilla. "They're gonna get it."

"No kidding. You wait on Triple H to get back here. He'll want to be at the hospital with Shawn. You should go too. Let me know which hospital, so Randy and I can stop by later."

"Okay. What are you going to do?"

"I won't suspend him or anything, but I'm not letting Brock get away unpunished tonight."

I rushed around backstage, trying my best to find Brock and Heyman. I notice them towards the end of the hall that I just entered.

"Hey!" I shout. "You two better stay where you are! We need to talk!"

Paul Heyman laughed as he and Brock turned around and waited on me. "Would you look at that? They had to send the baby of the family after us, Brock, and she couldn't even bring her husband along."

I finally make my way to the two men. "Shove it, Heyman. What happened out there was way out of line."

"What happened out there is none of your business, Marissa. So how about you scurry along, so my client can leave."

"Your client broke the arm of one of my mentors to get to my brother-in-law. It is my business. Your client messed with people that I care about."

"Don't get yourself in a situation that you don't want to be in, Marissa. It's not like my client went after your husband. If you keep poking your nose in our business though, that might change very soon."

I slap Heyman across the face. "Go to hell, Heyman. You don't have the right to make threats like that."

"And you don't have the right to act like you do." Brock says before shoving past Heyman to get in my face. "You don't want to get on my bad side, Mrs. Orton."

"Are you threatening my wife, Lesnar?" Randy questions as he walks towards us.

"And what if I am, Orton?"

"Then it sounds like things between us are going to get a lot more personal." Randy moved his way between me and Brock to get in Brock's face. "And if you even lay a finger on her, I'm going to kick your ass."

Brock chuckles. "You wouldn't be able to do a very good job."

"I'm fining you one hundred thousand dollars for what you did to Shawn." I comment.

"You're what?" Brock asks as he gets closer.

"You heard her." Randy responds as he makes sure to keep himself between me and Brock. "Better start paying up."

"Let's go, Paul."

Brock and Heyman leave. Randy and I both watch them leave, both of us feeling tense from the confrontation.