SummerSlam: Aug. 26, 2007

I smile as I watch for Chris outside the arena. He should be here any minute. I then see his tour bus. It stops, and he gets off quickly. He immediately sees me and heads my way.

"Hey!" He says.

"Hey!" I say as I hug him. "I missed you."

"I missed you too."

"How are you?"

"As of right now, amazing."

"That's good."

"How are you doing?"

"Good."

"Good? You haven't had any problems since Monday?"

"I haven't been inside yet."

"Oh. Well now I can walk in with you."

"Yeah."

Chris affectionately kisses my cheek as we head inside.

Randy's P. O. V.

I am lifting weights with John as we prepare for our match against each other tonight. "I'm gonna kick your ass tonight, Cena."

John stops in the middle of his bench press. "I highly doubt it."

"Watch me."

"No. You won't."

"You shouldn't be so confident."

"You haven't beat me yet."

"I haven't had my opportunity."

"You won't win, Orton." Michelle says as she walks in.

"Your opinion doesn't matter. It's biased anyway."

"You just won't admit that you're losing tonight."

"Don't you have a Battle Royal to prepare for?"

She shrugs. "I'm prepared."

"I bet Marissa is more prepared for the Battle Royal than you are."

"She's probably with Chris right now."

"She skipped SummerSlam to be with Chris? That's pathetic."

"Chris is backstage tonight. He is here to watch her. Stop making assumptions about her."

"Well she didn't go ringside for the Divas match and stayed in Catering on Monday for supposed personal problems."

"William told her to stay off-screen because he heard about what you said to her."

"What did I say to her?"

"You mentioned her deceased parents possibly not approving of her relationship with Chris." John says.

"What's it matter? She was never close with her mother."

"But her mother's death wasn't even two years ago, and she was close with her father. His death was four years ago."

"Okay…fair enough. Maybe I went a little far. Maybe I should apologize for that particular comment."

"You could apologize for more."

"I'll just leave it at that for now. I'll go apologize to her now."

"Don't apologize to her now." Michelle says. "Not today."

I raise an eyebrow at her. "Why not?"

"Because you trying to talk to her while Chris is here tonight will just stir up more shit. I almost guarantee Chris has heard all of the details of what happened between you and Marissa last week."

"So when do you think I should apologize?"

"Tomorrow."

Marissa's P. O. V.

"So…" I say to Chris. "You have to go see Vince tonight?"

"Yeah." Chris replies. "He wants to talk about when and where I'm going to return."

"Hopefully soon and to Raw."

"Hoping to be on the same show as me? Hmm…"

"Of course I am."

Chris chuckles. "I hope it's Raw too."

"You will just have to tell me after you talk to Vince tonight."

"I will."

"Is that Marissa I see?" Chris and I hear from the end of the hall.

I fake gasp. "Is that Triple H I see?"

Paul chuckles as he and Stephanie approach Chris and me. "It is indeed. Welcome back, kid. I missed you."

"I visited you."

"I know."

"And you're just now returning. I've been back for almost two months."

"Okay. You win."

"When do I lose?"

Triple H chuckles. "Still as arrogant as ever…"

"I'm only like this around you."

"Whatever…" Triple H receives a text. "Chris, we gotta go see the boss."

"Oh. Already?" Chris says. "Bye, Rissa. See you later."

"Bye, Chris." I say as they head to see Vince.

Stephanie and I are alone now.

"So…" Stephanie says. "You and Chris. Huh?"

"Yeah…" I say awkwardly.

"I thought you didn't like him."

"Well…things change."

"Okay...why?"

"I don't know. I stopped being friends with Randy and started getting along with Chris."

"Okay. I heard about what Randy said on Monday. Regal told me. Randy needs to get over himself."

I chuckle. "I slapped him for it."

Stephanie chuckles. "I don't blame you. You probably need to go prepare for your match."

"Yeah. I probably should."

"You do that. I might go have a few choice words for Randy."

"You do that. I won't stop you."

Stephanie laughs. "Okay. See you later. Bye."

"Bye." I head to the Divas locker-room.

Randy's P. O. V.

I walk with John through the backstage area. Michelle had left us to go prepare for the Divas Battle Royal with some of the others, probably including Marissa. Triple H stops us in the hall.

"Hey, man." John says as he goes to shake Paul's hand. "How are you? Welcome back."

"Thanks, Cena." Triple H says as he shakes John's hand. "I'm good. How are you?"

"Good."

Paul smiles. "Good." He looks at me. "And, Randal, good luck beating Cena tonight."

"Thanks." I say.

Paul chuckles. "You're gonna need the luck. Anyway, what's this I hear about you giving poor Marissa shit about her relationship with Chris Jericho?"

"In my defense, she gave me shit for sleeping with Candice."

"Oh please. You were giving her shit before that."

I sigh. "I just don't approve of her and Chris being together when I know he's going to fuck up and hurt her. He'll end up cheating on her or something."

"And if he does, she has friends that will be there to support her. Myself included."

"Don't you think that I want to be there for her? I just can't bring him up to her without getting pissed. And yes, I know bringing up her deceased parents was too much. I will apologize to her tomorrow when Chris isn't around."

"At least we're getting somewhere with you."

"Honestly, I think I just get so pissed off about it because she didn't even tell me about her dating him."

"Honestly, she doesn't have to tell you shit."

"I figured she would considering how close we were."

"Yeah, but you fucked that up. You had to RKO her and injure her. Then, you didn't even go see her while she was in the hospital. She has every damn right to not tell you shit."

"Yeah…maybe she didn't tell anyone about it before it came out through the backstage gossip."

"Actually," John says. "I knew."

"How?"

"I'm dating one of her best friends. Remember? If Chelle knows, I know."

"Who else knew?"

"As far as I know, Trish, Lita, Edge, Christian, and Candice."

"Wow. I was so left out of the loop."

"Yeah. You were."

"It's your fault, Orton." Paul says. "You did this to yourself. By the way, Vince wants to see you two. I gotta go. See you two later."

"Bye." John and I say.

"Bye." Paul heads towards the locker-rooms.

John and I head to Vince's office, and the door opens as we arrive there. Chris and I immediately lock eyes.

He looks at John and shakes his hand. "Hello, John. How are you?"

"Good, Chris." John says. "How are you?"

"Good. Excited to see Marissa wrestle tonight. I'm sure that she and Michelle will both do great tonight. Tell Michelle I said good luck."

"I will."

Chris smiles. "Congrats on being champ by the way. I'm sure you'll steal the show tonight. Talk to me later. We gotta catch up." Chris goes to leave but stops by me. "Orton…I'll see you later too."

I roll my eyes. "Whatever, Jericho."

Chris chuckles. "Bye." He leaves.

John and I enter Vince's office to talk to him.

Marissa's P. O. V.

I stretch in the Divas locker-room with Michelle, Kelly, and Torrie. "So…Kristal and Bobby Lashley? I gotta give her credit. Bobby has some serious muscles."

"You know who else does?" Torrie says suggestively. "John Cena."

"Yeah." Kelly says. "How big are his biceps, Chelle?"

Chelle rolls her eyes. "I never asked."

"You know what?" Torrie says. "With you being a former teacher, you had to have taught him something."

"No. Not really."

"Has he taught you anything?"

"Like what?"

I smirk at Chelle. "Basic Thuganomics."

Chelle starts laughing. "I'll give you credit for that one, Rissa. But has Chris taught you how to Lionsault yet?"

"No."

"He should."

"Maybe. I don't really care if he doesn't."

"Hey." Kelly says. "It's time to go wrestle."

"Oh shit!" Torrie says. "Let's go."

"The following is the WWE Divas Battle Royal! The winner will receive a future Women's Championship match! Now in this match, the only way to be eliminated is to be thrown out of the ring with both feet hitting the floor! Now, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the WWE Women's Champion, Candice Michelle!" Lilian Garcia says.

Let me show you what love is.

Let me show you how to move your body.

Let me show you how to make me crazy.

Too much loving never hurt nobody…

Candice walks towards her chair by commentary to a new remix to her theme song. I roll my eyes as I stand in guerilla.

"And now, please welcome the Divas representing Raw! First, Maria!"

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…

"Beth Phoenix!"

"Melina!"

"Jillian Hall!"

"Mickie James!"

"And Marissa!"

I head to the ring, smiling.

"And the Divas representing SmackDown, Torrie Wilson!"

"Victoria!"

"Kristal!"

"And Michelle McCool!"

"And the Divas representing ECW, Extreme Expose, featuring Layla, Kelly, and Brooke!"

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The match starts. Michelle and I quickly glance at each other and then Melina, deciding to go after her first. We grab her and take turns beating on Melina. I just so happen to see Beth eliminate Brooke and head towards us.

"Chelle," I say. "Problem."

"What kind of problem?" Michelle asks.

"A Glamazon problem."

Beth goes to grab Michelle, but Kelly jumps on Beth's back. Jillian eliminates Maria. Layla approaches and starts fighting Michelle. I grab Melina and try to eliminate her, but she holds on. Michelle and I grab Layla by her hair and eliminate her. Kristal eliminates Victoria. Mickie tosses Kristal through the ropes, but Kristal holds on. Michelle goes to help Kristal, but Michelle ends up accidentally hitting Kristal and eliminating her.

Beth and Jillian eliminate Kelly as Michelle and I fight Melina again. Jillian and Mickie start fighting as Torrie fights Beth. Jillian and Mickie are trying to pull each other over the top rope as Beth starts fighting off me and Michelle. Beth throws me across the ring and starts beating on Michelle as Torrie runs over and eliminates Jillian. Then, Melina runs over and eliminates Mickie.

Torrie fights Beth as Michelle goes for Melina. Melina tries to use a Headscissors to eliminate Michelle, but I kick Melina in the back and eliminate her. I help Michelle up. We then share a look with Torrie before circling Beth. Michelle and Torrie Clothesline Beth. I then hit Beth with a DDT. She punches Michelle. Torrie and I go to Irish Whip Beth into the ropes, but she uses the momentum to reverse it and eliminate both Torrie and me.

"Damn it." I say.

Torrie and I then watch Beth dump Michelle out of the ring.

"Here is your winner, Beth Phoenix!"

Randy's P. O. V.

"Here is your winner, Beth Phoenix!"

"Damn it." I hear John say to Chris as we were watching the Divas Battle Royal from backstage. "Michelle almost had it."

"Yeah." Chris says. "It would've been better if Michelle or Marissa won. Maybe even Torrie."

"Yeah. Listen, I'm going to go back to my locker-room. If Michelle is wondering where I went, will you tell her?"

"Yeah. No problem." Chris and I both say.

"Thanks, guys." John says before leaving.

Chris smiles until John is out of sight. "Randy."

"What?" I ask, annoyed with Chris.

"I need you to listen to me for a few seconds, Asshole."

"Continue, but call me an asshole again and there will be a problem." I say cockily.

"You need to keep your nose out of my relationship. Okay? Marissa is none of your concern anymore. She is perfectly fine with me. We are in a relationship now. And, as much as you hate it, you're going to have to deal with it. Your friendship with her is over."

"You say that now, but I guarantee you that when you completely fuck up and break her heart, I'll be there to pick up the pieces."

"You mean like when you completely fucked up and hit her with the RKO and injured her for seven months, and I was the one who was there for her. Did you know she almost decided to retire?"

"She did what? Why would-"

"I'm not done talking, boy. She almost decided to retire, and Trish, Lita, and I talked her into coming back and helped her train to return. Maybe if you had actually came to see her, you would've known and maybe still be friends." Chris laughs. "Who am I kidding? You won't have a chance to be friends with her as long as I'm around. You just left pathetic voicemails and text messages because, let's be honest, you were scared of what would happen when you saw her. She was in a neck brace for awhile, and it's all your fault. She would have still been Women's Champion if you hadn't done that. I've been there for her. You fucked up, and she came running into my arms. You lost, Orton. You lost your chance with her. It's such a shame too because she was the only one too blind to see that you had feelings for her."

"She was one of my best friends."

Chris scoffs. "Oh please. The only one that fools is Marissa." He moves around me. "Hey, baby. You did great out there. Michelle, John's in his locker-room."

"Thanks, Chris." Chelle says as she passes me. "Hey, Randy."

"Hey." I say.

"Umm…I think John wanted to hang out before your guys' match. Come on."

I roll my eyes. "Okay."

Chelle and I start walking away.

"Why were you talking to Randy?" I hear Marissa ask Chris.

"Just casual guy talk. Wrestling and shit." Chris replies.

"Casual guy talk my ass." I mutter.

Once Marissa and Chris were out of earshot, Michelle turns to me. "What were you and Chris really talking about?"

"What do you think?" I ask Michelle.

"Oh…Marissa."