Over the Limit: May 22, 2011

"Are you getting along with Randy?" Eve asks.

"No. But he did get on Cami about her comments about our wrestling abilities." I say.

"Good. Don't you manage him tonight?"

"Yep. Managing gets so boring."

"I'll second that." Nikki Bella says as she enters my locker-room.

I hug her. "It's so nice to see you."

She hugs me back. "It is. I miss you on Raw."

"Well if Brie wins, you guys get to be on both shows."

"True."

"Plus, I'll be on Raw tomorrow."

"You're in the Tag Team match?"

"Yep."

"Cool."

"By the way, I don't know if DJ said anything to you or Brie, but I want us all to gang up on Kharma if she interferes. DJ, Ryse, Eve, and I have all agreed to it."

"Count me in. Kharma has gone after us, so I'm in. I think Brie will be too. Kelly, Beth, and Gail should be too."

"What about Melina?"

"I think Brie can convince her."

"True."

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Brie and DJ lock up. I watch with Randy and Jay in guerilla due to their match being next.

"So…" I say. "Jerry Lawler asked me to do something."

"What is it?" Jay asks.

"He wants me to beat up Michael Cole after their match."

"Why?"

"He wants to embarrass Michael Cole. He figured a lot of the Divas want shots at Cole. I was Jerry's first choice."

"Good. You should kick Michael Cole's ass."

"I will."

Brie hits DJ with the Bella Buster and pins her.

"Here is your winner and NEW Divas Champion, Brie Bella!"

I clap. "Honestly, I have to admit she did good."

"Me too." Jay says.

If you close your eyes, your life, a naked truth revealed,

dreams you never lived and scars never healed (scars never healed)…

Jay leaves and heads to the ring.

"The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 227 pounds, Christian!"

"Listen," Randy says. "I may not know what I did to upset you. But I know I've done something. I am sorry for whatever I did."

I grab Randy's hand. "Let's just go do our jobs."

I hear voices in my head

They council me

They understand

They talk to me…

"And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Marissa, from Saint Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 245 pounds, he is the World Heavyweight Champion, Randy Orton!"

Randy and I walk to the ring with our hands intertwined. He holds the ropes for me to enter the ring. We glare at Christian. Randy hands me the World Heavyweight Championship. I exit the ring.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Randy and Christian lock up. I watch as Randy gets the advantage. He hits Christian with a Backbreaker. He starts beating on Christian. I watch as Randy stomps on Christian. Randy then goes for the RKO, but Christian gets it reversed in a pin.

1…2…kickout!

Randy beats on Christian some more. He beats him pretty good before hitting the RKO. He pins Christian.

1…2…3!

"Here is your winner and STILL the World Heavyweight Champion, Randy Orton!"

I cheer and kiss Randy. He pulls me to him. I hand the championship belt to him. We leave the ring. He raises my arm in the air. I hold on his hand. We head backstage.

Randy kisses my forehead. I lean on him.

"I love you." He whispers.

"I love you too." I whisper back.

"Do you wanna tell me what's wrong?"

"Cami. She's what's wrong. I try to be nice to her. I really do. But she's not trying. I tried to do it for you and Tyler. Randy, I respect that she's Vance's mother. She is going to be around. But when my husband pays more attention to someone else right after our wedding, I have an issue. I'm happy that you wanna be around your son, but you were always on the phone with her. And then it looked like you were practically drooling over her. She even said it herself. I will not sit by while you make a fool out of me while being with her."

"Here is your winner, Jerry Lawler!"

I head to the ring to help Jerry. I get on the top rope and hit a Moonsault. Jim Ross pours barbeque sauce on Michael Cole. Bret Hart then locks in the Sharpshooter on Michael Cole as he kisses Jerry's foot.

I walk into my locker-room. Randy is sitting on the couch. He is on the phone.

"Cami," Randy says. "I want you to understand that Marissa is my priority here. Not you. She is my wife. You can't tell me to give you attention…No…I said no…Ugh." He hangs up. "Stupid bitch."

"Hey." I say.

Randy smiles at me. "Hey you. I just got off the phone."

"So I heard."

"I'm sorry. You are right. I need to give you my attention. That's really shitty of me not to. You're my wife. I love you. Randy Orton loves you. Marissa Lynn, if I do something like that again, kick my ass."

I laugh. "Okay."

Randy pulls me onto his lap. "I don't understand how I could do such a thing."

I kiss him. "We're cool."

"Good."

"Well. Randy and Rissa are cool." John says as he walks in.

"Yes!" I hear Ted say.

"Oh my. They already interrupted us." I mutter.

Randy laughs and kisses me. He places a hand on my thigh.

"I love you." I whisper.

"I love you, babe." Randy whispers back. "Don't ever forget that. I don't care about Cami. You're my wife."

"Good. You're an amazing husband."

"Why thank you."

I kiss him again. "Don't get a bigger ego because of it."

"I always have a big ego."

"Good point."

"You done yet?" Ted asks.

"Fuck off, Ted!" Randy yells.

"Make me!"

"I will!"

"Shut the fuck up!" John shouts.

I laugh. Things are getting back to normal.