SmackDown Filming: May 8, 2012
Randy looks at me. "I have a rematch from last night tonight. What do you have for a match tonight?"
I smile. "I'm facing Layla in a singles match tonight."
"That sounds like fun. It's someone that you get along with really well."
"Yeah, it's also her first singles match since coming back. I'm pretty excited to be her opponent for that."
"I bet. Sounds like a good thing for both of you."
"I'm sure it will be. I'm really glad to see her back. I'm starting to lose more friends around here than gaining them. It's nice to have a friendly face around."
"Yeah, I think you're just losing female friends. The ones you bonded with during your earlier days of your career are gone now pretty much. Maybe you'll just have to be friends with the Superstar roster instead."
"You mean be friends with your friends."
"You have male coworker friends who are better friends with you than me."
"Like who?"
"Well, the first person who comes to mind is Punk. There's plenty of others though."
"Okay. Point taken, Randal."
"It's the truth. I wish you'd manage me again soon though."
"We'll figure something out. I miss managing you."
"I miss having you managing me too."
"Guess we'll have to do something about that soon, but I have a match to worry about tonight."
"Of course. I'm sure you'll be fine tonight."
"Well, since it's Layla, I shouldn't have to worry about any shenanigans until after the match is over at least."
"That's good. Good luck out there."
"Thanks, you too."
You're not enough for me (Oh no no)
Just another man in love with me (Just another man ooh)
Gotta open up your eyes and see (hey, hey Oh well)
You're not enough for me (oh no)...
"The following Divas match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Miami, Florida, Layla!"
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, the Queen of Chaos, Marissa Orton!"
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Layla and I lock up. I gain the advantage and grab her from behind. I hit Layla with a German Suplex. I pin Layla.
1…kickout!
Layla and I circle around the ring. I run at her for a Clothesline, but she dodges it. Layla hits me with a hard Right Hand. I fall over on the ground. Layla grabs me by the head and hits me with a DDT. Layla pins me.
1…kickout!
I get up, and Layla goes for a Dropkick. I avoided it and hit her with a Clothesline. I grab Layla and hit her with a Suplex. I then climb up to the top turnbuckle and go for a Crossbody, but Layla gets her knees up. Layla kicks me in the face before stomping on me and pinning me.
1…2…kickout!
Layla goes for a Dropkick, but I move out of the way. I go to lock in the Armbar, but Layla kicks me away before I can lock it all the way in. We both get up and start exchanging Right Hands.
("Glamazon" plays)
Layla and I stop wrestling and look towards the stage to see Beth come out and head towards the ring. I hit Layla with a Superkick and then picked her up before hitting a Picture Perfect. I pin Layla.
1…2…
The referee gets distracted by Beth hopping up on the apron. I stop pinning Layla and go to knock Beth off of the apron. Beth hops off of the apron. I turn back around, and Layla kicks me in the gut. Layla hits me with the Layout and pins me.
1…2…3!
"Here is your winner, Layla!"
Layla celebrates before rolling out of the ring to head backstage. I start to get up. Beth stands outside of the ring, taunting me. I roll out of the ring and get in Beth's face.
Beth smirks. "At Over the Limit, you can kiss that Divas Championship goodbye…again."
"That's not gonna happen, Beth. Don't get involved in one of my matches ever again." I slap Beth across the face.
Beth holds her cheek. I kicked her in the gut before throwing her into the ring post. I taunt to the crowd before grabbing my Divas Championship and heading backstage.
I slam the door behind me as I enter my locker-room. Randy was already in there and looked up from his phone to see me.
"Hey, is everything alright?" Randy asks, with concern evident in his voice.
"That bitch cost me my match tonight." I hit the door in anger. "I've lost to Layla now. I'm probably going to end up defending the Divas Championship in a Triple Threat match at Over the Limit. No, everything isn't alright."
Randy sighs before pulling me into his arms. "It will be though, won't it? You can win a Triple Threat, Rissa. Hell, it isn't even confirmed to be one yet."
"Give it a little while. I'm sure it will be."
"And if it is? You'll still be able to win. Don't let Beth or this loss to Layla get under your skin, Rissa."
I sit down. "I see your point. I'm just letting it get under my skin too much."
"Exactly. If it makes you feel any better, my championship match at Over the Limit is a Fatal Four Way."
"It doesn't make me feel better, but that's gonna suck for you."
"Yeah, but it's for the World Heavyweight Championship. I'll take what I can get."
"Fair enough. I guess it is what it is."
Randy kisses my forehead. "Yeah, I have another dog name idea."
I raise an eyebrow. "What is it?"
"How do you feel about naming the dog Spike?"
"I actually love that name. Let's name him Spike."
"Fantastic. I'm gonna go head to guerilla for my match now."
"Alright. Good luck, Randy."
"Thanks. See you later." Randy leaves the locker-room.
I wait for a few minutes before grabbing my phone and making a call.
Me: "Hi, I'd like to schedule a therapy session."