Raw: August 17, 2009

I watch Morgan and Chris while trying not to gag. They apparently had gotten together because it looked like they were on the brink of having sex in front of everyone with the way they were all over each other in Catering.

"That's disgusting." Maryse says as she, Eve, and Michelle walk up to me.

"At least, she and Chris actually got together and didn't just hook up this time." Eve mutters.

"But sex is supposed to stay in the bedroom, not Catering. They would pretty much be having sex if they didn't have clothes on." Michelle rolls her eyes.

"I have lost my appetite." I comment.

"Me too. Let's go find our boys." Michelle grabs my arm.

Maryse and Eve follow us out of Catering. We walk into Legacy's locker-room and find all of our boyfriends in there. They look at us confused.

"Weren't you girls going to go eat in Catering?" Ted asks, confused.

"We lost our appetites." I comment as I sit on Randy's lap. "We saw some disturbing images in Catering."

"What disturbing images?" John raises an eyebrow.

"Oh nothing much. Just Jericho and Morgan practically having sex in front of everyone." Michelle makes a disgusted face.

"Ew." Cody mutters.

"I don't believe it. I want proof." Ted comments. "Who just does that? Marissa and Randy are always all over each other and don't even do that."

I roll my eyes. "Randy and I have standards. What kind of person wants proof of that?"

"One who can't believe it just hearing it."

Michelle, Maryse, Eve, and Cody drag Ted out of the room. John, Randy, and I are left in the locker-room.

"Hey, guys. I need your help." John looks at Randy and me. "I know I am still hurt after dealing with everything I did and that we haven't been back together for very long, but I want to propose to Michelle."

I take a sip of water. "We know you're still hurt, John. What was the name of…wait, you're going to propose?!"

"Well...I need your guys' help, but I want to."

"Okay." Randy nods. "I can see why you need Rissa's help, but why do you need mine?"

"Because Rissa and I, despite being friends, have a tendency to end up arguing."

"So I'm the peacekeeper?"

"Pretty much."

"So when are we gonna do this?" I ask as I lay my head on Randy's shoulder.

"Saturday." John answers. "Michelle is busy that day."

"Okay. We're free to help then."

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…

"Introducing her opponent, from Saint Louis, Missouri, the WWE Women's Champion, Marissa!"

I was back in the ring tonight. I was in a Triple Threat against Morgan and Mickie. Morgan was already in the ring. I walked into the ring and held my championship up.

("Obsession" plays)

"And their opponent, from Richmond, Virginia, she is the WWE Divas Champion, Mickie James!"

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Mickie immediately hits me with a Thesz Press and hammers away with Right Hands on me. Morgan pulls her off and slams her on the mat with a German Suplex. I watch Morgan for a second before running at her with a Clothesline. She ducks and hits the Blackout on me. Mickie hits her with a MickDT. Mickie looks at me and pins me.

1...2...kickout!

I managed to kick out. Morgan is starting to get up. Mickie Irish Whips me into the ropes. I use the momentum to hit Mickie with a Tornado DDT. Morgan sneaks up and hits me with another Blackout. She goes for a pin.

1...2…

Mickie pulls Morgan off of me and throws her outside of the ring. She grabs me by my hair. I get out of her grasp and lift her up on my shoulders. I look to see Morgan still laid out and smile before hitting a Picture Perfect. I pin her.

1...2...3!

"Here is your winner, the WWE Women's Champion, Marissa!"

I grab my championship and skip in a way that mocks Mickie up the ramp.

I grab a microphone. "This is my house, my ring, and my division! If you think you're gonna take me down, you've got another thing coming! Mickie James, I'm going to make you regret ever crossing me about anything!"

I drop the microphone and glare at Mickie before walking backstage. I was ready for SummerSlam.

Randy and I were in the hotel room together. We'd been silent for a while, laying in bed. Randy had been rubbing my back, so I had been staying still.

"Is Mickie what's been bothering you so much?" Randy quietly asks me.

I sigh. "What gave that away?"

"What you said after your match seemed to have a bit of real life meaning to it."

"It did. I won't lie to you about it. It did, Randy."

Randy sighs. "You know I would never do that to you."

"I'm not saying you would. I know you wouldn't. Being jealous is one thing, completely disrespecting our relationship on a constant basis because she's jealous is a whole nother thing. It's driving me nuts. It pisses me off and it makes me do shit I would typically never do. I smashed some cake in her face because she said shit about me."

"You smashing cake in her face was kinda funny though."

"I know, but it should've never gotten to that point."

"I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"I'm the one who slept with her in the past."

"I'm pretty sure she didn't like me even before that. I feel bad for you. She's obsessed with you."

"I've tried telling her time and time again that I'm not interested, even when you were still with Chris."

"I know. I was talking to Shawn about it last week, and he thinks that I may need to take it upon myself to make sure she receives the message."

Randy gave me a serious look. "Maybe he's right. You could always get the message across during a match."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, I do. Maybe do it Sunday at SummerSlam."

"Maybe, this shit with her makes it hard to enjoy being at work with you sometimes."

"Well then I guess I'll be putting in extra work to make sure you do enjoy it." Randy kisses my forehead.

"You're amazing. I hope you know that. I love you."

"I love you too. Forever and always."

"Forever and always."