Raw: February 25, 2013

"So you and my brother are having a match on opposing sides of each other at WrestleMania?" I ask Randy as we sit in my office.

Randy nods. "That's correct. It's gonna be a Six Man Tag, with me and Sheamus facing the Shield. Our third apparently hasn't been decided yet."

"Oh, that's odd."

"I thought so too. It's not like there's anything any of us could do about it though."

"I'll nose around and see if I hear anything about who's being considered."

"Thank you." Randy winks at me.

Someone knocks on the door.

"I got it." Randy opens the door. "Hey, Sheamus! Nice to see you! Come on in, pal!"

Sheamus walks in. "Thanks, pal. Who's saying I was here for you though? Maybe I was here for Marissa. It is her office."

I give a small laugh. "Hi, Sheamus. You can sit down. Doubt anyone else is coming by. People rarely do."

Sheamus sits down next to Randy. "Hey, Marissa. What's up?"

"Randy and I were actually just talking about your WrestleMania match, so you made great timing."

"Anything in particular about it?"

"She's going to see if she can find out anything about who's being considered to be our partner." Randy comments.

Sheamus grins. "You are a great person. Thank you for looking into that."

I shrug. "It's the least I could do."

"Well, I appreciate it. How are you holding up? I'm aware of the situation."

I shrug. "It's still a lot to take in. Anyway, how's things going with you?"

"I'm doing good. Honestly, I don't have much going on."

"I understand that all too well."

"At least you have a pregnancy to occupy your time."

I nod. "Fair enough."

Randy glanced at me. "I'm going to be right here too. If you have too much free time, I'll find a way to get you something to do."

"Thanks, handsome."

"I feel like it shouldn't be this close to WrestleMania already." Sheamus comments.

Randy nods. "Same here."

Sheamus looks at me. "Is it weird for you?"

"Uh…a little bit I guess, but I'm so tired these days that I can't even imagine the idea of being in the ring."

"Do you think you'll be back before the end of the year?"

"In a backstage position, I'll have to be. I don't think I can get more than a few months of maternity leave for that, but on screen, I'm not sure what's in the cards yet."

Randy looked at me. "You can come manage me whenever you can and want to be back on TV."

I smile. "I know. I appreciate you leaving me that opening."

"Anything for my Viperess."

"That's not going to stick anytime soon, Randal."


I sat with John Cena as we watched Sheamus and Randy attack the Shield to start their storyline.

"Did you see what Triple H did to Brock earlier?" John asked me as we both kept our eyes on the TV.

"Yeah, Brock was busted open."

"Honestly, I was kinda happy about it."

"You and me both." I move my hand to my bump as the baby was kicking.

John looks at me. "Is the baby kicking?"

I nod. "Yeah."

"That's good. How far along now? Twenty-one weeks?"

"Yeah…did you have anxiety when Michelle was pregnant?"

"A lot. How have you been holding up?"

"I feel like everyone keeps asking me that."

"That's because everyone is concerned."

I shrug. "Things are weird right now. Everyone has a lot of adjusting to do at the house, that's for sure."

John nods. "That's understandable. It's a big change."

"Yeah. Big change may be an understatement."

"You'll get through it though. You two will be able to handle it."

"It's just a lot."

"Well, it's not like you two don't have plenty of support from other people. People who are willing to help out."

I sigh. "I know."

"So Randy and Sheamus have a match with the Shield at WrestleMania, right?"

"Yeah…they don't know who their other partner is going to be yet."

"That may not be a good thing."

"I know. I worry that it may be someone neither Randy nor Sheamus like. That's why I'm going to see what I can find out about who's being considered."

"That's why you're a great wife. You're trying to help Randy out."

"I don't know if I can stop it from being someone they don't like though."

"But we both know you'll try."

"You're not wrong about that."

"Who are you going to root for at WrestleMania? Your husband or your brother?"

I shrug. "I'll be a neutral party. Whoever wins, wins."

Randy walks in and puts his arms around me. "And that'll be me. I'm not going to go easy on the Shield just because your brother is in the group."

I nod. "I know, Randy. I'm still going to remain neutral."


Randy looked at me as we sat on our bed on our tour bus. "What about naming him Ryder? I like that name."

"That just makes me think of Zack Ryder." I comment. "Granted he's a friend, I don't want to think of him every time I look at our baby."

"Yeah…you've got a point. Do you have an idea?"

"I like the name Riley. Do you?"

"Personally, I feel like Riley is more of a girl's name."

"Fair enough."

"What about Rhett…Rhett Keith Orton…no, nevermind. I don't like it."

"We could do Ryan…"

"I have a distant cousin named Ryan."

"Nevermind."

"We could name him Romeo."

I give Randy a stern look. "Absolutely not. That sounds like he'll be a womanizer. Not gonna happen."

"He is going to have my genes. Granted I grew out of it, he might have it in him."

I roll my eyes. "Not. Gonna. Happen."

Randy sighs. "I don't think we're figuring it out tonight."

"We still have nineteen weeks."

"You could go into labor early though. It may be a week or two less than that."

"We probably have at least sixteen weeks. We can still take some time to figure this out."

"Yeah, you're right. I'm tired. I think I'm going to bed."

"I think I'll join you."