A/n: Sorry to any fans of this story or any other of my stories that may have been waiting for me to update one of my stories for a long time. I have had a busy summer that made it very hard for me to find time to write and update stories. However, I should have a lot more time to write and update stories now, and I am planning to start frequently updating my stories. Thanks for reading my stories!

Raw: Aug. 13, 2007

It's been a week since I interrupted Candice and Randy's little affair in my hotel room, and I haven't heard anything from either of them. Honestly, I really didn't want to see or hear them. I wasn't happy with either of them. Well…I haven't been happy with Randy for almost nine months.

I walk into the arena. I text Chris.

Me: Just made it to arena.

As I put my phone away, someone pulls me into a hug.

"What the fuck is going on?" I ask.

"Wow, Rissa." The person replies. "I thought you would be more excited to see me."

"Torrie!" I hug her back. "What are you doing here?"

"All three brands' rosters have to be here for Vince's segment tonight. Plus, you, me, and a certain someone else have a bikini photoshoot tonight."

"Who is the other person?"

"You guess." Another woman says as she arrives.

"Chelle!" I hug her tightly.

"Hi!" She pulls Torrie into the hug.

"I missed you guys so much."

"We missed you too." Torrie says.

"Good."

"Plus," Chelle says. "We get to watch you wrestle at your first MSG event since returning to the ring."

"True. I love Madison Square Garden. It's such a good wrestling arena."

"True."

"Let's go to Catering."

"Okay!"

We walk into Catering.

"So…" Chelle says. "We heard that you aren't talking to Candice."

"I'm not." I reply.

"Why?" Torrie asks.

"Do you really wanna know?"

"Yes!"

"She slept with Randy." I whisper.

"What?!"

Chelle gasps. "She broke the deal."

Back in 2004, right after I was signed as WWE Diva, Chelle, Candice, Torrie, me, and a few others made a deal that we wouldn't sleep with certain people without the permission of a certain person in the group. As a part of the deal, no one was supposed to sleep with Randy without running it past me. Candice broke that deal. Candice lost all of my trust, and Randy lost what little trust he had left, which wasn't much. That's why I cried.

Torrie hands me a few cookies. "You look like you need these."

"Thanks, sis." I say.

"Is that Frenchie?" Chelle asks suddenly.

I look around. "Yeah. I think so."

"Let's go sit with her." Torrie says.

We sit with her.

I put an arm around her. "Bonjour, Maryse. Comment allez-vous?" (Hello, Maryse. How are you?)

She hugs me. "Marissa! Ça fait trop longtemps! Je le fais bien!" (Marissa! It's been too long! I'm doing great!)

"Bien." (Great.)

"Just to let you know, I speak English very well now."

I laugh. "Okay. Good."

"I hate when you two start speaking French." Chelle says.

"Cause you think you're the smartest because you're a former teacher, but you can't understand our French."

"Ohh burn!" Torrie says.

Maryse laughs. "How are you guys? And where's Candice?"

"Good." Torrie and Chelle say.

"Meh." I say. "Candice is well…she's a problem right now."

"What happened?" Maryse asks.

"She slept with Randy." I whisper.

"Woah. How are things with him?"

"Awful. Have been since the end of last November."

"So the rumors are true? You really are done with him."

"Yep."

She hugs me. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine, Maryse. Why are you here?"

"I'm being made to stand ringside for Vince's segment."

"Same." Torrie, Chelle, and I say.

A stagehand approaches us. "Sorry to interrupt you four, but Torrie, Michelle, and Marissa are needed for a photoshoot."

"Can we bring Maryse with us?" I ask.

"Sure."

Randy's P. O. V.

I was changing into my ring gear as someone knocked on my locker-room door.

"Who is it?!" I yell.

"John!" The person on the other side of the door answers. "Now let me in, Asshole!"

I open the door. "Fine…what brings you here?"

"Boredom for the most part." John says as he sits down.

"Isn't Chelle here tonight?"

"She has a bikini photoshoot with Torrie and Marissa right now. She texted me a few minutes ago to tell me."

"What about for the rest of the night?"

"She's been with Torrie and Marissa ever since she got here."

"Oh. Well…Marissa could use the girl time."

"Yeah. Considering that you slept with her former best friend. Definitely."

"Are trying to make me feel bad?"

"Oh please. You already do."

"Shut up."

"But I am going to lecture you. Really, Randy, one of Marissa's best friends? You had her getting mad at you already. You knew about that deal. You should've stopped Candice from sleeping with you."

"Way to make it even worse for me, John."

"Well…I'm not wrong. And we both know it."

"You really like trying to make me feel worse. Don't you?"

John shrugs. "Hey, I'm just saying. And Candice is just as much at fault as you are."

I roll my eyes. "I know."

"I must admit that I was pretty surprised by the news last week." Vince says. "Quite frankly I was shocked that I have…I have…I have an illegitimate child. And I admit to one or two rendezvous in my life. But quite frankly I don't remember what this woman looks like. I don't even remember her name. And speaking of which, she's withholding the name from me. She's withholding the name of my child. Which means this is far beyond a paternity suit. What this is is sheer extortion. I will not. I will not be in any circumstances be extorted. I cannot be intimidated. I can't be intimidated by the United States Congress. I can't be intimidated by the media. And I damn sure can't be intimidated by some woman who is a lousy…by some woman who should've been on the pill! However, I take solace in the fact that every WWE Superstar around this ring is supportive of me. I take solace in the fact that every member of my family supports…well…and…uhh…I'm a little tongue-tied tonight. I hope that I could have the understanding and support of each and every one of you. Come on, this could happen to any red-blooded American male. Come on. I've supported you for all these years! The least you could do in my time of need! Damn it! For thirty years, I've been in the public spotlight! For thirty years! And nothing bothers me! You people can't bother me! Nothing can bother me anymore!"

I'm all grown up now, and I've listen and learn A True Star and I'm finally gettin my turn Took my hell, earned my spot I'mma be here for a minute sonny boy if you like it or not…

As Stephanie McMahon heads to the ring, I look at Marissa. She's standing by the barricade, like me. She isn't that far from me. I go to say something to her.

"Remember what I said last week?" She says. "Don't even talk to me, Randy."

"I can't even apologize?" I ask her.

"No."

"Well I'm glad that nothing can bother you, Dad." Stephanie says. "And quite frankly I would've told you what I'm about to tell you in private. But since you accused me last week of some publicity stunt when I grieved and cried my eyes out at the thought of your death. I mean, do you have an idea what you put Mom, Shane, and me through? Do you?"

"Look," Vince says. "I know this. I know that you went to those three attorneys. And I know why. You just want to get your piece of the pie. It's all about you getting your end of the money. It's all about the money! It's all about the money!"

"You know what, Dad? You're sick! You're absolutely sick! You're the one that faked your own death then got slapped with a paternity suit by a woman you don't even know. So as a matter of fact, I have no more feelings of guilt for what I'm about to say…in public. See, earlier today I came from the plaintiff's attorney's office and it seems as though your illegitimate child, my half-brother or sister, is standing around this ring right now. Your bastard is a WWE Superstar. Congratulations!" Stephanie exits the ring.

Vince walks around the ring and looks at various WWE Superstars before exiting the ring. Vince stops and stares at Mr. Kennedy. He looks at Mark Henry before heading up the ramp.

Marissa's P. O. V.

Beth is already in the ring. Torrie and Chelle hug me before I enter guerilla. As I enter guerilla, Stephanie gives me a thumbs-up.

("Move it Up" plays)

"And her opponent, from Saint Louis, Missouri, Marissa!"

Ding! Ding! Ding!

I stare at Beth. She stares back. We lock up, and she gains the advantage. She puts me in a Headlock. I elbow her until I have enough room to escape. When I escape, I knee her in the gut. I then hit her with a Neckbreaker. I pin Beth.

1…2…kickout!

Beth locks me in a Bearhug. I escape. We run at each other and Clothesline each other. I then hear a bunch of cheers.

"What the hell is going on, Beth?" I ask.

"Your buddy, Candice, is heading down here." Beth says annoyed.

"Actually we're not talking right now."

"Oh. You fought?"

"Yeah. We had a fight."

"Oh."

We both get up. Candice watches from ringside. Beth hits me with a few Right Hands. I dodge one and kick her in the gut. Candice then gets up on the apron. Without thinking twice, I knock Candice off of the apron. Beth rolls me into a pin.

1…2…kickout!

I go to get some breathing room, but Beth hits me with a Glam Slam and pins me.

1…2…kickout!

I hit Beth with a Thesz Press. She goes for a Powerbomb, but I start to reverse it. I then hit her with a Flip-Over DDT. I pin Beth.

1…2…3!

"Here is your winner, Marissa!"