Raw: Sept. 25, 2006
"Already to the semifinals." I say to Lita as she and Edge walk backstage.
"Yep. Who's your opponent?" She asks.
"Victoria."
"When is your match?"
"Next week."
"Good luck...you'll need it." Edge says.
Lita smacks him. "Shut up. Where's Randy?"
I look around. "I don't know. He still owes me 100 dollars."
"Let's find him."
We spot him by the Divas locker-room. I run over to him. "Don't be snooping, Randal."
"I wasn't." He says. "I was waiting to give you your unfairly won money."
"I followed all rules of the bet, so pay up, Bitch."
"Fine...screw you."
I take my money. "You have."
"Really? You're gonna go there?"
"Yep."
"You're so mean." He shoves me.
"You did not just shove me."
"I did."
"Asshole."
"Bitch."
"We got to go shoot a promo."
"Yeah...let's go."
Hey, nothing you can say (say), nothing gonna change what you've done to me.
Now it's time to shine (shine), you're gonna burn in my light…
"Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Randy Orton. And no I'm not usually one to complain, but how I was defeated last Monday was not fair. Marissa and DX clearly cheated so-" Randy gets cut off.
("Move It Up" hits)
"Randy, you are right. You're not usually one to complain. You just bitch and bitch until you get your way. Oh wait. That is complaining." I say.
"I don't complain about much. I'm just pissed off because YOU cheated me out of the victory last week!"
"I didn't cheat you out of anything. You lost."
"You know what? It's okay. It's okay. Wanna know why? Because it is the most memorable victory you will have in your talentless career."
I slap Randy and start to walk up the ramp. He's holding his cheek.
"Hey!" He yells. "Hey! Hey! Get back here! Get your ass back down to this ring! Marissa, get back here! Dammit!"
I turn around. "Need something?"
"Get...back...down...here."
"No."
"I'm not a very patient man, Marissa. Get back here!"
I flip him off before walking backstage. DX greets me with smirks.
"That was funny shit." Shawn says.
"Yeah." I say. "It was."
"You gonna wait on Randy?"
"Yeah."
DX leaves, and Randy enters the backstage area. He looks at me, still holding his cheek.
"Sorry." I say.
"Don't be." Randy says. "It was an awesome slap. It still hurts like hell though."
"You're such a baby."
Randy picks me up and starts walking. He knows I hate when he does this.
"Orton!" I yell. "Put me down!"
"No."
Vince McMahon walks by and looks at us.
"Should I be expecting someone to tell me you beat Orton up later?" Vince asks.
"Yes, Sir."
"Don't call me Sir. It's Vince."
"Okay, Vince."
