Raw: June 27, 2011

"I'm so nervous for tonight." I say as I tape myself up for my match tonight on Raw.

"Why?" Randy asks. "You just beat Brie last week."

"Because I could end up slipping up and losing my championship, and I've only had it for a week."

"I doubt that is gonna happen."

"I don't even know what the stipulation is gonna be."

"So? You've done pretty much all of them once before. Plus, you're significantly better than Brie in the ring."

"That's what you think."

"It's the truth."

"Is it though?"

"Yeah. C'mon, Rissa. You'll be fine."

I sigh. "If you say so…"

"So…" Eve asks. "What's the plan for tonight?"

"I don't know the stipulation yet." I reply. "But I would really appreciate it if you could take Nikki out if she tries to get involved."

Eve smiles. "Don't worry. I got you covered."

"Thanks, Eve."

"Are you nervous?"

"A little. I don't like not knowing the stipulation of my Divas Championship defense. Especially since I just won last week."

"I understand why. On the bright side, neither does Brie, so I think you'll be fine."

"Fair enough, she doesn't know either."

"Who's spinning the roulette wheel?"

"It's me. Booker T texted me earlier and told me."

"That's good. At least you can't leave it based on another person's spin."

"True. I kinda want a cage match, but I doubt I spin it a second year in a row."

"You had a cage match at Raw Roulette last year?"

"Yeah. That's when I fought Wade Barrett in a cage match."

"Oh yeah. Randy was freaking out."

"I remember that pretty well too."

"Well good luck."

"Thanks, Eve."

Booker T walked me over to the roulette wheel. "So…what do you want it to end up being?"

I sigh. "I honestly want it to be a cage match…but I doubt I'm capable of spinning the same thing two years in a row."

"But you never know. Anything's possible. I think you'd definitely have an advantage then. What number cage match would that be for you if that ends up being the case?"

"Um…at least three I think. I know I won the Women's Championship from Michelle in one and then Wade Barrett at last year's Raw Roulette."

"Yeah. I think that sounds right. You won both. Right?"

"Yes, I did."

"That's what I thought." Booker T says as the cameramen signal that they are ready to film us.

"You ready to film?" I ask.

"Ready when you are."

"I'm ready when you are."

The cameramen start filming.

Booker T hugs me to greet me as I walk into the frame. "Marissa, I think you know how this works. You've done this before. Right?"

I smile. "Sure have, Booker."

"Okay. Then, whatever you spin will be the stipulation for your Divas Championship match tonight against Brie Bella. Spin when you're ready. Personally, I would like to see a Steel Cage match."

I laugh. "Me too, Booker."

"Let's give it a spin."

I spin the roulette wheel. Then, I smile. "Submission match. I think this will work out well for me, Booker."

Booker T smiles at me. "Me too. Good luck, kid."

You can look, but you can't touch
You keep dreaming on the stars above…

"The following Submission match is scheduled for one fall and is for the WWE Divas Championship! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Nikki, from Scottsdale, Arizona, Brie Bella!"

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…

"And her opponent from Saint Louis, Missouri, she is the WWE Divas Champion, Marissa Orton!"

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Brie and I lock up in the middle of the ring. She manages to lock me in a headlock. I escape with ease and drop her on her back. I go to grab her, but she pulls me down and manages to lock me in an Armbar. I struggle as I try to get to the ropes.

"Tap!" Brie yells. "Tap!"

"No!" I yell.

After a little more struggling, I make it to the ropes and pull myself out of the ring. I quickly get back in the ring and start punching Brie. I miss one punch, and she starts punching me back. I dodge one of hers and knock her down with a Clothesline. I then grab her legs and lock in the Figure-Four. She struggles in it but refuses to tap out. She reverses the pressure onto me. I struggle but manage to escape the hold.

We stare each other down. Brie hits me with a Thesz Press and unloads punches on me. I roll out of the ring. Brie follows me. I throw her into the ring post and then roll her back into the ring. I go to lock in the Sharpshooter, but Brie pushes me down with her legs. She then grabs me and locks in a Sleeper Hold. I manage to stand up after struggling for a few seconds and back Brie into the corner, forcing her to release the hold.

I then start punching on her in the corner. The referee pulls me off of her. Brie knocks me down with a Clothesline. She then locks in a Boston Crab on me. I use my strength to escape and flip her off of my legs.

I hit Brie with a Superkick as we both get up. I grab her leg and lock in Michelle's Heel Hook. Brie manages to roll over and escape the hold.

Brie then feigns being hurt to the referee. Nikki uses the distraction to rake me in the eyes. Brie knocks me down from behind and locks me in Daniel's Lebell Lock. I struggle in the lock. I feel myself start to fade but I manage to get an elbow in on Brie to force her to release.

Nikki gets up on the apron. I hit her with a Dropkick to knock her off. Eve then appears and throws Nikki into the barricade.

Brie turns me around, and I kick her in the gut. I then lay her out with the Chaotic Ending. I pull her to the middle of the ring and lock Brie in an Inverted Boston Crab, which I had seen Randy use in a desperate measure not that long ago. Brie struggles in the hold.

"Tap out!" I yell at Brie.

"No!" She yells back.

She tries to move towards the ropes, but I pull her back and lock the hold in even tighter. Brie taps out.

"Here is your winner and STILL the WWE Divas Champion, Marissa Orton!"

Brie rolls out of the ring and pulls Nikki to her. The twins stumble up the ramp.

Eve gets in the ring and hugs me. "I told you, Bitch."

I nod as I hug her back. "Yeah. You did. So did all the others, especially Randy."

"Well, Randy knows what everyone else does…you're damn good at being a champion."

"Thanks, Eve."

We release the hug and head to leave the ring after I grab my championship.

("Bad Karma" plays)

"Oh my god." Eve says.

"I think we're in deep shit." I say. "The bitch is back."

"Time for some good old team work."

Kharma walks down to the ring. Eve and I stand back-to-back as we stare her down. Kharma enters the ring.

Eve and I both run at Kharma at the same time. Kharma pushes Eve to the ground and then grabs me by my hair. Kharma throws me out of the ring over by the announcer's table. I then hear Eve scream as Kharma picks her up for an Implant Buster. I watch Kharma drop Eve as I struggle to stand up. She then goes to beat on Eve. I take the steel chair that Justin Roberts was sitting on and slide in the ring.

I run at Kharma and start hitting her with the chair. She stumbles before turning towards me. I swing at her again, but Kharma dodges and quickly Chokeslams me.

She then evilly cackles before looking down at me. "I'm coming for you."

Kharma exits the ring. I stare her down as I get up. She once again cackles at me before heading backstage. I help Eve up before we stumble up the ramp together as we head backstage.

"I'm so sore." I tell Randy as I sit in our locker-room.

"You'll be okay." Randy says. "It could've been a lot worse."

"It's gonna get a lot worse, Randy." I sigh. "Kharma said she's coming for me."

"Yeah, but she's just using her size to beat up everyone. She hasn't even wrestled a match with the WWE yet."

"But she has in other companies like TNA."

"So? She uses her size. You're better than that."

"Am I though?"

Randy sits behind me and starts massaging my shoulders. "You are. I don't know if you've noticed, but you're pretty good at using your brain. I've seen you change strategy on the spot. Hell, Rissa, just tonight you used an Inverted Boston Crab, which you've never used before, to retain your Divas Championship."

"I stole that one from you though. I saw you use it against Christian in a match."

"So? I only used it once, and you were in a Submission match and definitely thought of it on the spot, which proves my point. Rissa, you may not be as big as Kharma, but you are smarter. Use those brains. Wrestling isn't just a physical game but a mental game as well. Think of something. Talk to Angelina some more. Finally use Taylor Wilde's phone number and ask some questions. You are capable of outsmarting Kharma. I know you better than anyone else in this company, babe. You are intelligent. Mental strength is sometimes necessary to pull out a victory. Have some faith in yourself."

"Okay. Thank you, Randy. I think I really needed to hear that."

"I'm only speaking the truth. Also, no more Kharma talk tonight. I want to be positive. Focus on the good things. Colby will be with us later this week. Chris and Morgan's baby gender reveal party is this week. Cody's birthday is this week. And I believe someone else has a birthday this week."

"Who?" I ask sarcastically.

Randy laughs and pulls me closer to him. "You, beautiful. You are turning twenty-nine. And I am absolutely excited to celebrate it with you."

"And I'm absolutely excited to have you with me to celebrate it. I have a question."

"Okay. What is it?"

"Well, I did have a successful championship defense tonight plus I'm a little bummed after that thing happened after the match. I think I need something to brighten my mood. Also my birthday is this week. How much sex am I allowed?"

Randy grins. "All the sex you want. We can even intentionally be loud to piss the others off because I know you find it hilarious. Plus we make the rules in our house. But you don't have to make excuses for us to do it. We can just do it because we want to. Plus, I wasn't going to leave you without birthday sex anyway."

I smile. "You're the best."

Randy firmly wraps his arms around me. "Thanks, beautiful…what the hell is Punk doing?"

"What the hell?" I ask as Randy and I watch the TV.

CM Punk is sat on the stage with a microphone after costing John his Tables match against R-Truth. "John Cena, while you lay there, hopefully as uncomfortable as you possibly can be, I want you to listen to me. I want you to digest this because before I leave in three weeks with your WWE Championship, I have a lot of things I want to get off my chest. I don't hate you, John. I don't even dislike you. I do like you. I like you a hell of a lot more than I like most people in the back. I hate this idea that you're the best. Because you're not. I'm the best. I'm the best in the world. There's one thing you're better at than I am and that's kissing Vince McMahon's ass. You're as good as kissing Vince's ass as Hulk Hogan was. I don't know if you're as good as Dwayne though. He's a pretty good ass kisser. Always was and still is. Whoops! I'm breaking the fourth wall!"

Punk waves at the camera.

"I am the best wrestler in the world. I've been the best ever since day one when I walked into this company. And I've been vilified and hated since that day, because Paul Heyman saw something in me that nobody else wanted to admit. That's right, I'm a Paul Heyman guy. You know who else was a Paul Heyman guy? Brock Lesnar. And he split just like I'm splitting. But the biggest difference between me and Brock is I'm going to leave with the WWE Championship. I've grabbed so many of Vincent K. McMahon's imaginary brass rings that it's finally dawned on me that they're just that, they're completely imaginary. The only thing that's real is me and the fact that day in and day out, for almost six years, I have proved to everybody in the world that I am the best on this microphone, in that ring, even in commentary! Nobody can touch me! And yet no matter how many times I prove it, I'm not on your lovely little collector cups. I'm not on the cover of the program. I'm barely promoted. I don't get to be in movies. I'm certainly not on any crappy show on the USA Network. I'm not on the poster of WrestleMania. I'm not on the signature that's produced at the start of the show. I'm not on Conan O'Brien. I'm not on Jimmy Fallon. But the fact of the matter is, I should be. And trust me, this isn't sour grapes. But the fact that Dwayne is in the main event at WrestleMania next year and I'm not makes me sick! Oh hey, let me get something straight. Those of you who are cheering me right now, you are just as big a part of me leaving as anything else. Because you're the ones who are sipping on those collector cups right now. You're the ones that buy those programs that my face isn't on the cover of. And then at five in the morning at the airport, you try to shove it in my face so you can get an autograph and try to sell it on eBay because you're too lazy to go get a real job. I'm leaving with the WWE Championship on July 17. And hell, who knows, maybe I'll go defend it in New Japan Pro Wrestling. Maybe…I'll go back to Ring of Honor."

Randy and I exchange a concerned look. Punk looks at the camera and waves.

"Hey, Colt Cabana, how you doing? The reason I'm leaving is you people. Because after I'm gone, you're still going to pour money into this company. I'm just a spoke on the wheel. The wheel is going to keep turning and I understand that. Vince McMahon is going to make money despite himself. He's a millionaire who should be a billionaire. You know why he's not a billionaire? Because he surrounds himself with glad-handed, nonsensical, douchebag yes men, like John Laurinaitis, who's going to tell him everything he wants to hear, and I'd like to think that maybe this company will be better after Vince McMahon is dead. But the fact is, it's going to be taken over by his idiotic daughter and his doofus son-in-law and the rest of his stupid family. Let me tell you a personal story about Vince McMahon, alright? We do this whole bully campaign…" The microphone Punk is using cuts off.

"Um…" I say quietly. "I don't think I know how to respond to that."

"That was not a normal promo." Randy says.

"He just talked about my father dying. What the hell. I mean facts were spoken when he mentioned John Laurinaitis. But what the hell."

"That's just messed up. You okay, honey?"

"No. That man just trashed our company, our family…ugh. I own a part of this company and that's my family he's talking about, specifically my father."

Randy holds me against his chest. "This will settle itself out. Just stay out of it."

I nod. "Okay."

"Were we the idiotic daughter and doofus son-in-law?"

"I think that's Stephanie and Paul."