Raw: July 11, 2011

I wrap my hands with tape. I had a singles match against Melina tonight. We haven't had a match against each other for awhile. However, I'm still holding a grudge against her for being involved in that little incident with Daniel last year.

Chelle smiles at me. "So how are you doing?"

I smile. "Alright."

"You being honest this time?"

"I guess."

"Randy busy right now?"

"Should be for a while. Why?"

"I was curious if he was busy."

"He is supposed to be getting some promotional pictures taken and then talking to my dad about his match at Money in the Bank."

"Oh. Okay. Can we talk about our conversation from last week?"

"The baby conversation?"

"Yeah. That."

"Yeah. We can talk about it."

"Do you really want to have kids?"

"Of course I do."

"Do you want to wrestle still?"

"Yes."

"Okay. How old are you?"

"Twenty-nine. You know that."

"I know. I just want you to remember that. You start to have less of a chance to conceive at thirty-five. That's six years away. You have until 2017."

"I know, but if I wanna have more than one then I should start soon."

"But if you still need awhile, I think Randy will understand."

"I don't know…"

"Just sit and think about it for awhile, Rissa. Don't make any rash decisions about having kids."

I nod. "Okay."

"So…" Eve says as I stretch with her. "You need a manager tonight?"

I look at Eve. "Eve, am I ever going to tell you that you can't come with me to my match?"

"No."

"Exactly. Come with me to my match against Melina tonight. Just leave Kharma to me when she comes around."

"You think she'll be around?"

"No. I know she'll be around. It's Kharma."

"True. Randy freak out about your match against her yet?"

"He still hasn't said a word about it yet."

"Really? That's so weird. And unlike him."

"I know. I don't like it. But I'm nervous to bring it up just in case he does freak out."

"He probably will."

"I think I'd rather have that then Randy say nothing at all."

"I see your point. What's the plan for your match against Melina?"

"Beat her as quickly as possible and try to not exhaust myself before having to go at it with Kharma. That might be hard though because Melina is one of my bigger career rivals, so she knows my moves pretty well."

"But you also know hers."

I smile. "You're right, Eve. I'll be fine."

"Yeah you will."

("Paparazzi" plays)

"The following Divas match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, Melina!"

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, being accompanied to the ring by Eve Torres, from Saint Louis, Missouri, she is the WWE Divas Champion, Marissa Orton!"

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Melina and I lock up. I get the advantage and lock Melina into a Side Headlock. She falls to her knees. I release the hold and Dropkick her. She falls completely down to the mat. I pin Melina.

1…kickout!

I frown as I get up from pinning her. I look up at the top turnbuckle and climb up there. I jump to hit her with a Crossbody but Melina gets up and Dropkicks me out of the air. She pins me.

1…kickout!

Melina and I exchange Right Hands. After going back and forth, I nail her with an European Uppercut. She falls into the ropes. I kick her in the back and grab her. I get ready to hit the Chaotic Ending but Melina reverses and hits the Last Call on me. She pins me.

1…2…kickout!

She picks me up, but I escape from her. I nail Melina with a hard Right Hand before hitting her with a DDT.

("Bad Karma" plays)

My eyes look over towards the stage. Kharma starts walking out. Melina rolls me into a pin.

1…2…kickout!

I grab Melina's arm and lock in an Armbar. I glare at Kharma as I keep the submission hold locked in on Melina. Melina taps out. I release the submission, still keeping my gaze on Kharma.

"Here is your winner, Marissa Orton!"

The referee raises my arm in the air as I still watch Kharma. Melina rolls out of the ring and goes to head backstage. Kharma sees her and Clotheslines Melina on the ramp.

I look at Eve. "When we're certain she's focused on me, go backstage."

Eve glances at me. "You sure."

"Positive. This is my fight, Eve. Not yours."

"Okay…" Eve replies, unsure.

I focus my gaze back on Kharma. She approaches the ring. She stops at the end of the ramp, looks at Eve, and laughs. She then focuses on me again. Kharma climbs up onto the apron. Eve slowly starts walking up the ramp. Kharma turns away from me to look at Eve again. I take my chance, grab my Divas Championship, and hit Kharma with it.

Kharma falls off the apron and onto the floor right outside the ring. Eve rushes towards backstage. I look at the top turnbuckle. I climb up once again and hit a Moonsault on Kharma outside of the ring. I get up and go to grab a steel chair, but Kharma pulls me down. Kharma stands up, picks me up, and rams me back first into the steel ring post. I groan as I drop to the ground.

Kharma leaves me where I am to grab a table from under one of the other sides of the ring. I roll over and feel around under the ring where I'm at. As Kharma finishes pulling the table out, I feel something I can use, a steel pipe. I hide it with my body as I lay on the ground.

Kharma sets the table up and walks over to grab me. When she goes to grab me, I club her in the head with the steel pipe. She lets go of me and stumbles back. I stand up and swing the pipe at Kharma again. She stumbles once more. I knee Kharma in the face. I then shove her into the ring post. She finally falls. I then grab her again and push her into the steel steps. I smile before going to Superkick Kharma. She catches me and Powerbombs me onto the apron. The same part of my back that hit the ring post hits the apron. Kharma rolls me into the ring.

Kharma rolls into the ring after me and goes to pick me up again. I try to fight her off, but it's not working. She picks me up and goes to Running Powerbomb me through the table she set up, just like last week. I grab the ropes as she goes to Powerbomb me again, but Kharma stops my attempt of using a Hurricanrana to put her through the table.

I'm standing on the apron, hanging onto the ropes, right in front of where the table is. Kharma is on the other side of the ropes. I turn to face her and go to punch her. Kharma blocks and punches me. I almost lose my balance and let go of the ropes. I am barely on the apron. Before I can regain my balance, Kharma shoves me off of the apron, and I fall onto the table. However, it doesn't break. It does hurt like hell though. I am too sore to move.

My eyes go wide as I see Kharma go up to the top turnbuckle. I know I won't be able to avoid this. I close my eyes as Kharma jumps off the top turnbuckle. I feel her crash onto me, and everything goes black as I feel myself go through the table.

I open my eyes slowly. The first thing I feel is most of my body, mainly my back aching. My vision is blurry, but I'm almost certain that I'm in the trainer's room. I see a few other people in the room, but I can't tell who they are. I feel a familiar hand caressing my face.

"Randy." I whisper.

"Hey, beautiful." He says. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore. Really sore."

Randy gives a soft chuckle. "Yeah. You did go through a table."

"Yeah." I say as my vision starts to clear. "I think I'm a little out of it still. What happened after that?"

"Kharma tried to attack you more, but referees stopped her and medics brought you here."

"Oh. Okay." I finally get to look at Randy clearly. "The trainer say anything about my condition?"

"Um…you're not injured, but they suggest not getting involved in physicality for the rest of the week so you're in good shape for Money in the Bank. And they said maybe ice your back. If you need help with that, I got you."

"Thanks. That shouldn't be a big problem. I wonder why I blacked out."

"Sometimes getting put through a table does that."

"I guess. When are we allowed to go?"

"Any time we want. Do you want to go?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. Let's go."

Randy helps me up, and we leave the arena.