Raw: Oct. 2, 2006

"I have to fight Victoria tonight." I say.

"I have to manage the dipshits tonight and then our little segment if you win." Lita says.

"Oh yeah. The segment to continue our feud if I win this match."

"Yep. Where are the dipshits anyways?"

"I don't know. I was-"

"We're here." Randy says.

"And it's not dipshits. It's Rated-RKO." Adam (Edge) says.

"Dipshits…" I mutter.

"We don't have to be nice during our segment later after you win."

"At least someone thinks I'll win."

"You don't think you will?" Randy asks.

"No."

"Rissa, I think you'll win."

"Thanks guys, but I don't think I will."

"You shouldn't think that you will." Victoria says as she walks up. "Because you won't."

"Thank you, Victoria, for your opinion, but your opinion doesn't matter to me."

"It will when I win."

"You know what, Victora? Maybe I will defeat you, and then, you can watch me go to the next round."

"Whatever."

Victoria walks away.

"Her name should be Bitchtoria." Adam says.

"Definitely." Randy agrees.


I ain't the lady to mess with.

Woo!

Go, go, go…

"This is a first round match in the Women's Championship tournament scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, Victoria!"

("Move it Up" plays)

"And her opponent, from Saint Louis, Missouri, Marissa!"

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Victoria immediately hits me with a Clothesline and goes for the Widow's Peak, but I counter it. I hit her with a Facebreaker DDT. I go for the pin.

1...2...kickout!

Victoria hits me with another Clothesline and a successful Widow's Peak. She pins me.

1...2...kickout!

Victoria lifts me up into a Powerbomb position, but I counter into a Flip-over DDT and pin her.

1...2...3!

"Here is your winner, Marissa!"

I won...I actually won. I start to walk up the ramp. Rated-RKO's theme starts to play. I pretend to try to find an escape and fail. Adam walks down the ramp. I back up right into Randy. I try to get away, but I get cornered by the two. They grab my arms. I struggle in their grasps.

"Let me go!" I shout.

They start laughing. I glare at them before giving Adam a low blow. Randy looks at me in shock before throwing me against the barricade. Randy grabs a microphone.

"There's one way to end all of this." He says. "Lita, you wanna tell her?"

Lita walks down the ramp and leans over me. "We want you to forfeit the tournament."

They grab Edge and walk away leaving me on the floor.