After SummerSlam: Aug. 26, 2007
I sat on Chris's bus, thinking to myself. There was no way that Chris and Randy were just talking about regular guy talk. They don't like each other. Randy and Chris can barely stand being together in the same room. Something was going on. Chris couldn't have been honest with me about that.
"Something's bothering you." Chris says, breaking the silence between us.
"Nothing is." I reply. "I'm fine." Something is bothering me. You lied.
"Don't lie to me, Marissa."
"Did you and Randy really just have regular guy talk earlier?"
"Yeah…"
"Last I knew, you couldn't even stand to be in the same room with each other."
"I was being decent."
"Really? Because when Chelle and I saw you two, you both looked unhappy. Your face changed to be happier when you saw me. Randy's didn't though. You obviously said something to him."
"We talked about regular guy talk. That's all."
"What's regular guy talk anyway, Chris? And don't say wrestling."
"But that's what it was."
"Really? Ugh…I can't believe you're lying to me. I thought I could trust you."
"You can."
"Well it doesn't seem like it right now. Why can't you just be honest with me about what happened with Randy?"
"I am. What is with you being so concerned with Randy anyway? Don't tell me that you have feelings for him."
"Two things, Chris. One, I know that you're not telling me everything about what happened. And two, I don't have any feelings for him in the way you're suggesting. But I want you to remember that he was one of my best friends. What happens if he and I become friends again?"
Chris scoffs. "You're not going to become friends again. Let's not forget that he got you unexpectedly with an RKO and injured you for seven months."
"Oh trust me, Christopher, I won't forget about it. However, time can heal wounds. Maybe I'll forgive him for it one day." I notice that the bus has made it to the hotel and set the only key card for our hotel room down. "Goodbye." I open the door of the bus and quickly head inside.
I walk into the hotel lobby and up to the front desk. "Excuse me. Um…do you have any extra rooms on the seventh floor?"
"Ma'am," the lady at the front desk says, "that floor is for the WWE employees that are in town."
I pull out my pass that proves I am a WWE employee. "I am."
"Okay. Sorry. I will check for you." She looks on her computer. "I'm sorry. We don't have any extra rooms there."
"Okay. It's fine."
I leave the front desk. I have to think of a way to find another room. I make eye contact with Chelle, who is standing by the elevators. Chelle beckons me over.
She pulls me into a hug. "What's wrong, sweetie?"
I sigh. "I fought with Chris. Now, I don't have a room."
"How about you come up to my room and you explain all of this? We'll also find you someone to room with."
"Okay."
Chelle opens the door of her hotel room. "So was Chris being a douche?"
"Well…" I say. "Not necessarily, except for the last comment he made. He lied to me and won't admit it."
We enter the hotel room.
"What did he lie about?"
"The conversation he was having with Randy. He claimed that it was regular guy talk, but you and I know that's bullshit."
"Oh. That." Chelle goes awkwardly quiet.
"You know something. Don't you?"
"I…well…"
"What did Randy say about it?"
"Not much. But enough for me to be able to tell you that you were a topic of conversation."
"Why couldn't Chris just tell me that?"
"I don't know. What was that last comment he made?"
"He just flat out said that Randy and I wouldn't be friends ever again. And he was a douche about it."
"That's because he is one." Chelle and I hear.
We turn to see John and Randy.
John smacks Randy's arm. "Apologize for that one."
Randy rolls his eyes. "It's true."
"Not while Marissa is in the room."
"I honestly don't care right now." I say. "The asshole lied to me."
"What happened?" Randy asks.
"He lied about that conversation you had."
"Oh. It wasn't regular guy talk."
"Chelle says it was about me."
"It was."
"Um…well…where to start…"
"John," Chelle says. "Let's leave these two alone for a few."
John replies. "But I-"
"Now, John!" Chelle pulls him out of the hotel room.
Randy sighs as they leave. "He told me to keep my nose out your relationship."
"Well I can't really argue with that comment." I quietly say.
"He said that you and I were never going to be friends again."
"I got told that too. I can't say I forgive you right now, but that doesn't mean that I don't want to make my way back to being friends with you eventually."
"I understand. I cost you seven months of your career and the Women's Championship. Did you really consider retirement?"
"For like two seconds. Trish and Lita weren't going to let me consider it. They yelled at me."
"Chris said that he and they talked you out of it."
"No. Trish and Lita did. Chris just offered to help me train for my return."
"Oh. Well you're too good at this to retire now. Don't consider it for at least another five years."
"Okay."
"I should've came to see you in the hospital."
"Yeah. You should've."
"I heard you were in a neck brace. I hate the fact that I was the one responsible for it."
"Yeah."
"And I'm sorry about last week. I shouldn't have mentioned your deceased parents. I just got frustrated with you and our conversation, but I took it too far."
I nod. "It's okay."
"And I'm sorry about Candice and me sleeping together. It shouldn't have happened."
"No. I overreacted about that. As long as you don't hurt her, go ahead. But make sure she gives me a heads-up if she and I are sharing a hotel room."
"Yes ma'am."
"If you hurt her, I'm kicking your ass. Got it?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Okay."
"I wish that you had won your match tonight."
I nod. "Me too."
"Kind of wish I had won too, but at least I lost to John."
"Yeah but I think it's about time that you won the WWE Championship."
"Me too."
"I think I'm gonna go talk to Candice. I guess I'll see you later."
Randy smiles. "Yeah. I'll see you later. Bye."
I walk out of the hotel room to see Michelle and John looking at me curiously.
"Randy and I talked about it." I say. "We're fine, but I think I'm going to go talk to Candice. What's her room number?"
"703." Michelle replies. "She's with Torrie. Take your stuff. Torrie said that you could room with them."
"Okay."
I find room 703 and knock on the door.
Torrie opens it. "Hey."
"Hey." I reply. "Thanks for letting me room with you guys."
"No problem." Torrie says as she lets me in. "Chelle told us what happened."
"Yeah…"
"I'll let you two talk."
"Okay."
Torrie leaves. Candice and I look at each other.
"I'm sorry." She says. "I should've told you."
"It's okay." I reply. "Just give me a heads up next time so I don't interrupt."
Candice laughs. "Okay."
"And I'm sorry too. I overreacted about it."
"It's okay. I went behind your back."
I nod. "I forgive you."
She hugs me. "Man, I missed you."
"I missed you too, Candice."