Raw: Aug. 20, 2007

I walk to the inside of the arena and smile. Today was the last of the episodes of Raw before SummerSlam. The Battle Royal was going to be announced on TV tonight. It was official. And I'm hoping to win that Battle Royal.

Chris: Make it to Raw yet?

I smile as I read Chris's text.

Me: Yes. Just did.

Chris: Good. Don't forget that I'm going to be at SummerSlam.

Me: I won't.

I smile as I also receive a text from Chelle.

Chelle: Don't let anything get to you tonight.

Me: I won't.

I go to check the match card. I don't have a match. The Divas match is Melina and Beth Phoenix against Candice and Mickie James. I might go see if Vince will let me be at ringside. I decide to check with the ring gear ladies to see if my ring gear for SummerSlam is done yet.

I enter the hallway where the ring gear ladies work. Leslie is the only one there. Unfortunately for me, she's talking to the last person I want to see right now…Randy Orton.

Apparently, he also had gear made for SummerSlam. Leslie hands it to him.

I look down at the ground and go to move away from where he'll be walking. I bump into someone. I look up, just to see that I had somehow still managed to run into the Legend Killer. We lock eyes.

"Marissa." He says just loud enough for me to hear.

"Randal." I say at the same volume level.

I smirk at the slight dirty look I get over calling him Randal. We both stand still, waiting for the other person to get out of the way. I'm not backing down. Randy soon gives and gets out of my way.

I walk past him to Leslie. "Hey, Leslie. How are you?"

"Good." She says as Randy goes to leave.

"That's good."

"Okay he's gone now. Damn that was a lot of tension."

I sigh. "Tell me about it."

She hands me my new ring gear. "Here you go."

"Thanks."

"No problem. Don't let him get to you."

"I won't, Leslie."

I leave the hallway to head to the Divas locker-room. However, after I turn the corner, I am stopped. Once again, it's Randy.

"Let's talk." He says to me.

"I have nothing to say to you." I say bitterly.

"But I have things to say to you."

"And I told you two weeks ago to not even breathe in my direction."

"You're still mad about that? Why? You're supposedly happy with Chris."

"I am happy with Chris."

"Then why does it matter that I slept with Candice?"

"Because my trust was betrayed."

"How was that?"

"You know about the deal."

"Okay…but we never dated. Why tell them to not sleep with me?"

"Because you do the same thing again and again, Randy. You sleep with a girl once, twice, maybe three times and then toss her to the side without considering her feelings. You've done that ever since you started wrestling with the WWE. I didn't want you doing that to my friends."

"Or maybe you're jealous about me giving attention to one of your coworkers."

"Jealous? I have Chris."

Randy laughs. "Sweetheart, let's be honest here. Your relationship with Chris Jericho isn't going to last forever. Before he was with you, he did nothing different than what I do now. Yet, I'm the one getting lectured about it by a woman who's supposedly happy in her relationship with another man."

"I am very happy with Chris."

"Then, tell me that you haven't argued with Chris since you've returned to the WWE."

I roll my eyes. "That isn't any of your business."

"So you have. You two aren't going to last."

"We've lasted about three months so far. How long did you last with Stacy Keibler or Camille? Two months each. Wait Camille was one of your fuck buddies."

"What's your point?"

"Stacy was your longest relationship. We've already outlasted that."

Randy rolls his eyes. "Ask yourself a question, Rissa. Do you think a twelve-year age difference is going to last?"

"Yes I do."

"Ask yourself another question. If your parents were here, would they approve of Chris? They wouldn't. Hell, I know that you haven't told Tyler. Don't worry. I did. And he doesn't approve."

My eyes go wide at the mention of my deceased parents and my older brother. "You know what, Orton? Your ego has gotten to your head. You're just as much of a douchebag as your on-screen character. And that's ridiculous." I slap Randy across the face. "And don't you dare mention my parents."

I get around him to leave as he holds his cheek.

After I put my ring gear in the locker-room, I call Chelle. Luckily, she answers.

Chelle: "You need something, Sis?"

Me: "Remember how I said that I wouldn't let anything get to me tonight?"

Chelle: "Yeah…what'd you do?"

Me: "I slapped Randy. I slapped him hard."

Chelle: "Oh, Sweetie. What'd he do?"

Me: "He told me that my deceased parents wouldn't approve of Chris. He also apparently told Tyler about me and Chris."

Chelle: "I'm going to kick his ass on Sunday. I swear that asshole doesn't know when to quit. Listen to me, just enjoy the rest of the show. And if you can find him, go hang out with John. I gotta go. Love you, Sis. Bye."

Me: "Bye, Sis. Love you too."

Chelle hangs up. I look up to see William Regal in the doorway.

"Um…" I say startled. "Hi, Mr. Regal."

He shuts the door. "Can we talk?"

"Yeah…"

"So…I heard about what happened between you and Randy earlier."

"Yeah…"

"So you did slap him?"

"He mentioned my deceased parents."

"Okay…fair enough. I would have slapped the bloody hell out of him too."

I laugh. "Thanks for understanding, Mr. Regal."

"Marissa, dear, still call me William."

"Okay, William."

"Listen, I don't do this much, but I can tell that you're having a rough night. You're not going onscreen tonight. I was going to have you there when I announce the Battle Royal, but you aren't on good terms with any of the Divas in that Tag Team match. Stay backstage. Sit in Catering or something."

"Okay. Thank you, William."

"No problem."