Old School Raw: March 4, 2013

"I'm in a Fatal Four Way tonight." Randy tells me as he stretches out in the locker-room.

"With who?" I ask.

"Punk, Show, and Sheamus."

"Good luck."

Randy gives a fake gasp. "How dare you think I need luck?"

I shrug. "I'm just being nice."

Randy smiled. "I know. Thanks."

"Anything else going on?"

"Some people have dads here. I don't though. My dad is at home."

"My dad is here." I comment with a chuckle.

Randy rolls his eyes. "Your dad is always here."

I laugh. "That's not wrong."

Randy sighed. "I do kinda miss my dad."

"We can go see your parents after we get home this week. I miss them too."

Randy nodded. "We should do that."

"You okay?"

"Yeah, what about you?"

"I'm fine."

"Good. Ric is here tonight. I ought to go to see him."

"I'll join you for that. I haven't seen him in ages."

"Me either."

"I can't believe I'm only backstage for another month."

"I'm not ready for that. How are you feeling today?"

"I'm ditching heels when I get home. My feet hurt, and I think they're starting to swell."

"Do we need to go buy you some new shoes?"

"It may not be a half bad idea."

Randy finished stretching before sitting down next to me. "We'll go do that. I want you and the baby to be comfortable."

"Thanks. I appreciate it."

Randy grinned as he looked at my bump. "Of course. Man, I can't help but be excited about this."

I lean against him. "Me either, despite the fact that pregnancy has been a bit rough on me at times."

Randy nods. "I've been worried about you a bit at times."

"Especially before we found out it was a pregnancy."

"Yeah. Do you think you'd do it again? I know that you have had a bit of a rough time as I've seen you go through it."

"We said we wanted one more than what we have with this baby. I'll do it again. You're only getting one more pregnancy out of me though. After that, my ass is back on birth control."

"I'll agree to that." Randy kisses me.


I sat with Maryse in my locker-room as we watched Randy's match on the TV. "Why does he look so good?"

Maryse laughed. "Because he's what you're attracted to."

"That ain't a joke. Is it weird that I'm really bothered by the fact I'll be at home all the time soon? Like I trust Randy, but I hate the idea of being separated for a significant portion of time."

"That's not weird. You guys are almost constantly together. It's reasonable. Speaking of you being home all the time soon, when are you wanting to have your baby shower? We're going to plan it for you."

"Who's we?"

"Me, Chelle, and Eve. We know you have a Hall of Fame speech you need to work on, so we thought we'd plan your baby shower. Plus, I'm pretty sure Chelle thinks she owes you because you helped with hers."

"Oh, well, um, I want it after WrestleMania but before Extreme Rules."

"Are you free the weekend after WrestleMania?"

"I should be. You're gonna have to clear this with Randy too."

"Chelle talked to him, and he told her that, as long as things were cool with you, to do whatever. I do want a list of people to invite from you though."

"Okay."

"Also, do you want to do it at your house?"

"Yeah, that's fine. Thank you so much."

"Of course."

Ted walks in with his father, Ted Senior, behind him. "What's up to my bro?"

I grin. "Hi, Ted and Ted's dad Ted."

Ted Senior laughed. "Marissa, always a pleasure. How's the pregnancy been?"

"A bit rough at times, but the baby and I are both healthy."

"That's good to hear. Randy seems to be doing great."

I nod. "He is."

Punk hits Randy with a GTS and pins him.

1…2…3!

"Here is your winner, CM Punk!"

I sigh as I watch the TV as Punk celebrates in the ring and everyone else in my locker-room is talking. I knew that Randy wasn't going to take this loss well. I already knew that.


I walked through the halls backstage as I looked for Randy. He hadn't come back to the locker-room yet, so I figured he had gotten caught up with talking to someone. I want to spend time with Randy, but I needed to find him first. I spot him at the end of the hallway, talking to Ric Flair. I walk up to Randy from behind and wrap my arms around him.

Randy pulled me in front of him. "And there she is. Told ya, Ric. She tracks me down."

I roll my eyes. "Nice to see you too. Hi, Ric."

Ric laughs. "Hi, Marissa. How have you been?"

"Tired."

"That's understandable. How far along are you now?"

"Twenty-two weeks."

"Wow. That's over halfway. Do you know what you're having?"

"A boy." Randy and I answer at the same time.

Ric gives me a serious look. "Randy's son…you poor thing. Good luck."

Randy shakes his head. "Why does everyone say that?"

Ric looks at Randy. "I knew you when you were a kid. I also heard your dad talk about you a lot. I'm justified in saying it. Marissa knew you when you were young. She's not going to disagree with me."

"If our baby decides to behave like his father, I'll be making a lot of calls to Elaine and Bob for parenting advice." I comment.

"I don't think I was that bad of a kid." Randy mutters.

"We both know you were a troublemaker. Don't be in denial."

"Whatever." Randy kisses my cheek.

"You guys have a name for him yet?" Ric asks.

"Not yet, we haven't figured out the first name. The middle name is the same as mine though."

"I see. I need to get headed out, but, Marissa, I did want to ask you about something before I go if that's okay."

I nod. "Okay…what's up?"

"Well…as you're both already aware, my daughter has signed with the WWE. Obviously, she is in developmental at the moment, but speaking from experience, we all know that it is beneficial to have some guidance when you're starting, maybe even a mentor. Obviously, I can help to an extent, but things are different now. Plus, I'm not around all the time that I used to be. I'm not asking because I was your mentor and expect the favor returned. I'm asking because I think you're the best option."

Randy rolls his eyes. "That one stings a little."

"She's a bit more patient than you are." Ric turns to look at me. "I'm not expecting an immediate answer, especially with you being pregnant at the moment. I'm just asking you to think over it and get back to me. I think it'd be good for her. Randy will understand what I mean here when I say that a father always is trying to get what's best for their daughter. I do think you would be the best mentor for my daughter. Please think it over."

I nodded. "Of course I'll think it over."

"Thank you. After you have that baby, I'll have to take you two for drinks sometimes."

Randy and I both laugh. "Of course."