SmackDown Filming: July 12, 2011

"Hello amazing people." Ted says as he enters the locker-room. "I love all of you, and Teddy Long told me the match card."

"Why are you in such a good mood?" I ask.

"Because I have a championship match tonight."

"Cool! Against who?"

"Ezekiel Jackson for the Intercontinental Championship."

"Awesome! You deserve it."

"Do me and Randy have matches?" Cody asks.

"Yeah." Ted replies. "Cody against Daniel Bryan. Randy, you're against Kane. Good luck."

"Okay." Randy nods. "Cody, if you beat Daniel, you can have hot tub privileges at the house."

"Seriously?" Ted asks. "What do I get for winning?"

"The Intercontinental Championship."

"Fair enough. By the way, you're also opening promo."

"Oh. Joy. Rissa, you're coming with me to open the show."

"Why?" I ask.

"Because I don't want to go by myself."

"Ugh. I guess I'll go."

"By the way," Ted says. "Rissa, Teddy told me he was planning on putting you in a match tonight, but heard that you are to stay away from physicality so he said that if everything goes well at Money in the Bank, let him know so he can put you in a match next week."

"Cool. I'll let him know."

"Welcome everyone to Friday Night SmackDown!" Josh Mathews says. "Please welcome the World Heavyweight Champion, the Viper, Randy Orton!"

I hear voices in my head

They council me

They understand

They talk to me…

Randy and I walk down the ramp and head down towards the ring.

"I can't believe I agreed to come out for this." I whisper.

"Believe it, babe." Randy replies.

We enter the ring.

"Randy, as you know it's official. If you're disqualified this Sunday, Christian becomes the new World Heavyweight Champion." Josh Mathews says. "And, Randy, knowing your, well, your issues with anger management, are you at all afraid that, well, there's a possibility that you could lose your championship via disqualification this Sunday?"

Randy and I look at Josh irritated. Afraid? That's not Randy.

Randy speaks up. "Josh, this Sunday, I will not get disqualified. And I think I've proven time and time again to everybody, all these people, that there is more than one way for me to beat Christian. And now what all this is a cheap attempt for Christian to get at my title because he knows that he can't beat me. Simple as that."

"Randy, Randy, Randy, Randy, Randy, Randy." We hear from the titantron. It's Christian. "Randy, I don't want to beat you by disqualification. I don't need to beat you by disqualification. Look, my lawyers forced me to put that stipulation in the contract. That's not what I wanted. I just want to go out there and tear it up. I just want to go out there and put on a classic match. Like you and I always do, Randy. But to signify, Randy, to show you what a nice guy I am, I just, I felt like I needed to get you something. So I bought you a gift. I got you something. Check it out." Christian pulls a black sheet off to reveal a photo of him standing over Randy and holding the World Heavyweight Championship. "Check that out, Randy. That was a great night. Wasn't it? Remember that night, Randy? That was the night I smashed you in the face with the World Heavyweight Championship. Yeah. That was a great night, Randy. What I'm thinking is maybe you can put this in your locker-room on Sunday night and right before you go out to the ring you can look at it and you can realize that this is exactly how it's gonna end with me standing over you as the brand new World Heavyweight Champion."

I look over at Randy. He's chuckling.

Randy speaks. "Christian, I see what you're trying to do. I see what you're trying to do loud and clear, man. You think that that's going to set me off? A stupid picture? Christian, even I expect more from ya, man. Come on. This is borderline pathetic."

"This is pathetic? This is pathetic? You know what, Randy? There's a lot of things that are pathetic. There's a lot of things. I mean your family for starters. They're pathetic. Your father? Cowboy Bob Orton? He's pathetic."

I am now getting irritated with Christian. I look over at an equally irritated Randy.

Christian continues. "I mean the guy faked an injury. He wore a cast on his arm for seven years. And never even came close to becoming the World Heavyweight Champion, Randy. I mean the guy was a glorified sidekick. Let's be honest. I mean we all know that your father's in the Hall of Fame. But there's the song of the Hall of Fame that's reserved for guys like Steve Austin, Shawn Michaels, and Bret Hart. And then there's your father's wing of the Hall of Fame. You know the one he shares with Drew Carey and Bob Yuker. The wings for the complete jokes. Because that's what your father is, Randy. And let's not just ourselves here, the only reason your father is in the Hall of Fame is because the brass wanted to make you happy. And that's pathetic. And if you think anything different, then you're even more pathetic."

"Christian, I'm having a hard time hearing you from all the way back there." Randy says. "If you don't mind, would you come to this ring and repeat everything you just said to my face?"

"Randy, I'll come down to that ring. After this Sunday. After Money in the Bank, when I beat you for the World Heavyweight Championship by pinball, submission, or disqualification. And I'll tell you to your face, I'll tell the entire world, what a pathetic champion you were."

"You wanna talk pathetic with me? You wanna talk pathetic with me? Well, Christian, you're a pathetic excuse for a man. A pathetic excuse for a Superstar. And after I beat you this Sunday, you'll be nothing more than a pathetic, whiny, bitchy flash in the pan who's only claim to fame was his best friend helping him become champion for a mere five days. What a run. That's pathetic."

Randy's music plays, signaling the end of the segment. He's definitely angry.

I grab Randy's hand after we exit the ring as we head backstage. "You okay?"

"Nope." Randy replies.

"Take it out on Kane tonight. We don't need this problem on Sunday."

"I know."

I watch SmackDown on the TV in the locker-room as Randy is preparing for his match against Kane later tonight. Teddy Long talks to Kane in his office. Jinder Mahal is then filmed taking pictures. I receive a text.

Teddy Long: I know you aren't supposed to compete tonight but I set up an interview for you to help build towards your match on Sunday.

I smile at the text before replying to the text.

Me: Thanks Teddy.

"Hey, babe." I say. "I just got an interview for tonight."

"That's cool." Randy replies. "Just avoid physicality."

"I know."

Jinder Mahal and Great Khali yell at a cameraman. Then, the screen goes to Christian.

I realize where Christian is, right in front of mine and Randy's bus. "Oh my god."

"Babe, you good?" I hear Randy ask me.

I continue watching to see Christian reveal graffiti on the side of our bus that he obviously pretends he didn't do. "Oh my god. That son of a bitch."

"What's going on?" Randy asks before walking over to watch the TV. "That son of a bitch! That's our bus! Our personal property! This is ridiculous! I'm gonna kick his ass!" Randy goes to leave.

"Don't, Randy."

Randy stops. "Why?"

"You need to focus on your match against Kane tonight. I'll take care of this."

"You aren't supposed to be in any physicality."

"I won't. There's things that I can do that you can't."

"What should that be?"

"Remind Jay that since I own part of this company I'm technically his boss and threaten punishment for his actions."

Randy nods. "Okay. I like your plan."

"Me too. I'll take care of that after my interview."

I watch as Sin Cara beats Sheamus in a match. Wade Barrett then runs in to attack Sheamus. Wade hits Sheamus with a variation of the Brogue Kick.

The screen goes to Christian once more. He's at the Mohegan Sun Casino. He then pulls out a wallet…Randy's wallet. Christian pulls out Randy's credit cards and our family pictures Randy keeps in the wallet out and throws them all around.

"I'm kicking Jay's ass!" I yell.

Randy walks in as he returns from Catering. "What's going on?"

"Jay stole your wallet and is throwing your credit cards and photos around."

Randy watches the TV. "And betting my money. He's a dead man!"

I pull out my phone and send a group text to the producers.

Me: Tell Christian that he is to collect all of the credit cards and photos and bring them back to the arena along with the wallet immediately or there will be severe consequences.

"I'm getting the cards and photos back." I say.

"Good." Randy says.

Todd Grisham looks at me as we start filming my interview. "Marissa, this Sunday at Money in the Bank, you face Kharma with the WWE Divas Championship on the line. However, on Raw, Kharma made you black out after putting you through a table. Will you be one hundred percent this Sunday?"

I sigh. "Well, Todd, I did get put through a table on Monday. But here's the thing. I'm not injured from what happened. I'm just sore from it. Todd, I will be one hundred percent this Sunday. Don't you worry one bit."

"Well, that's good to hear. Anyway, Money in the Bank this Sunday will be taking place in the Allstate Arena in Chicago. Last time you had a championship match there…well it didn't end well. Does this affect you at all going into Money in the Bank?"

"Todd, you are correct. Last time I had a championship match at Allstate Arena in Chicago, it was against Michelle McCool at Night of Champions last year to unify the Divas and Women's Championships. I lost that match. However, I also have some positive history associated with the Money in the Bank pay per view. I returned early from my injury last year at Money in the Bank in my home state of Missouri to immediately win the Divas Championship from Alicia Fox. So I have positive history linked to the pay per view this Sunday as well. But neither of those things matter now. This Sunday, I face Kharma at Money in the Bank with my Divas Championship on the line. Yes, Kharma is dangerous, and she has a ton of wrestling experience. But I have studied up. I've watched tapes. I know what Kharma is capable of. I also know she thinks that this division is full of Barbie dolls, but that's not true. I'm no Barbie doll. I'll put Kharma through hell this Sunday. I'll give her the fight she wants this Sunday, and I'll knock her down those notches she needs to be knocked down this Sunday. Todd, I'll walk out of Allstate Arena this Sunday still the WWE Divas Champion."

I walk away from the interview and to Randy. "You know I think I understand why you were extra irritated with Todd last week on top of everything else."

Randy smiles. "I had every reason to be."

"Yeah. Anyway, do you care if I don't go with you to your match tonight?"

"Actually, I was trying to find a way to ask you to stay backstage since no physicality. That's fine. What are you wanting to do?"

"I'm going to Jay's locker-room to pay him a little visit. Get our stuff back, I'm gonna make him clean our bus too."

"Good. You do that."

I walk around with Eve and Maryse for quite a while until we finally find Jay's locker-room.

"Finally." I say. "Time to get Randy's stuff back."

I knock on the door. No answer from Jay.

"No answer?" Eve asks.

"Guess he's not in here right now even though he's at the arena. Good."

I go to open the door, but it's locked.

"Damn."

Ryse squeezes past me in front of the door. "I got this." She pulls out a bobby pin and picks the lock.

"How do you know how to do that?" I ask.

"Long story, another time, another day." Ryse opens the door. "Here. We're in."

"Thanks. I owe you."

"No problem."

We all three walk into the locker-room.

I immediately find Randy's wallet along with the pictures. "Bingo."

Ryse and Eve sit on the couch.

Eve turns on the TV. "I wanna see how your man's doing."

"How's he doing?"

Ryse sighs as I open Jay's suitcase to find Randy's credit cards. "Well we found Christian."

I look up at the TV. Jay comes closer to the ring as Randy and Kane both fall out of the ring. Randy starts chasing Jay off and gets counted out.

I look at Eve and Ryse as a fight breaks out post match. "You two go see your significant others. I'm going to wait on good ol Jay."

I sit on Jay's couch as the door opens.

He groans as he sees me. "Leave me alone, Marissa. I already got my ass handed to me by your husband. I'm done for the night."

"Actually, I'm not here as Randy's wife completely. I'm here as your boss. Your boss who's tour bus got vandalized with graffiti and who's husband's wallet got stolen and his credit cards and family photos got tossed around at a casino. My husband's money also got used to bet in that casino. You and I both know you did it, so take a seat, Jay. Let's have a chat."

Jay sits and rolls his eyes. "Whatever. This is stupid."

"What's stupid is all these things you did tonight in an attempt to get in Randy's head before your World Heavyweight Championship match. This is ridiculous, Jay. Absolutely ridiculous. You're going to pay Randy the money back."

"And what if I don't?"

"Then, you can kiss that championship match this Sunday goodbye."

"You can't do that!"

"Yes, I can. I'm your boss. And I'll fight your lawyers."

"Fine! I'll pay him back!"

"Good." I smile. "You're also gonna wash my bus. Get that damn graffiti off."

"Are you serious?"

"It's not gonna wash itself." I stand up. "Change into some regular clothes and meet us by our bus. See ya, pal."

I walk out the door and smile as I hear Jay groan as I leave.

Randy chuckles as we watch as Jay washes our bus. "You should totally use your authority more often, babe."

"As fun as that would be," I reply. "I don't think that would give either Marissa or Randy Orton a good reputation. Especially while we're both champions."

"I see your point."

"This is pretty funny though." Cody comments. "This literally makes my whole week."

"Yeah." I comment. "This is some good fun while we deal with this other shit."

"Yeah it is." Randy says before wrapping his arms around me.

Eve smiles as she takes pictures. "I'm loving this."

Ryse is also taking pictures. "Me too."

Ted laughs. "I'm loving this as well. Hey, Jay! You missed a spot!"

"Screw you, DiBiase!" Jay yells.

"Maybe later, babe!"

We all laugh as Jay continues to wash the bus.