Raw: August 26, 2013
Raw hadn't even quite started yet, and I was having a stressful evening. Ever since I had made it to work, wrestler after wrestler was coming by my office with a question or concern about something. I'd been here for about three hours now, and this was the first time that I'd gotten over five minutes without a wrestler being in here the whole time I've been here. To make things worse, I had gotten into it with Randy this past week at home, and we were now only discussing our children and nothing else at the moment.
"Were things this hectic for you and Vickie?" I ask Brad as I pick up Junior to hold.
"No, I've honestly never seen this many wrestlers come by the office in this short of a period of time." Brad answers. "This is insane. Are you sure you don't want me to take care of some of the concerns directly?"
"No, I've got it. It's my first night. I gotta look good. Just out of curiosity, did Vickie say anything about me being Raw general manager during the SmackDown filming?"
"Actually, she told me that she was glad that you're Raw general manager now. She thinks that I wasn't assertive enough, but she thinks that you will be and will handle the job well."
"That might be the nicest thing she's ever said about me."
Brad laughs. "It might be the nicest thing I've ever heard her say about anything."
There's yet another knock on the door. Brad and I exchanged a look.
"I got it." Brad answers before opening the door. "It's Renee Young."
"Oh, let her in." I tell Brad.
Renee walks in. "Hey, I know you're busy. Sorry about bugging you. I just need to know who I'm scheduled to interview tonight."
"I don't mind. You need to know that. I actually meant to catch you in general, so we could get caught up. Brad, will you hold my son for a second so I can find the interview schedule for tonight?"
"I can hold him if you don't mind. I haven't got to meet this adorable little baby yet."
I passed Junior to Renee. "Thank you so much."
"Of course, he's the cutest little thing. He looks just like Randy."
"I know." I found the interview schedule. "Looks like you've just got one interview with Paul Heyman and Curtis Axel. Good luck with that."
"Thanks. How have you been?"
I laugh. "Stressed. I'm still getting this whole general manager thing figured out. I swear every wrestler except my own husband has come to me with a question or concern. Shit, I don't even know if my husband is even here yet."
"You didn't ride together?"
"No, after everything last week, we got into a huge argument at home. We traveled separately this week. Now, we're only talking when we need to discuss the kids, which is funny because I honestly feel like he barely contributed to helping me with the kids this past week. Now is not the time for that conversation though."
Renee nods. "Word was going around that you and Randy were having issues after being on different sides of this screwjob situation. I was hoping it wasn't true for your sake."
"Unfortunately, it is true."
"Have you talked to Colby since seeing him play bodyguard last week?"
"No, honestly, why?"
"Because I haven't talked to Dean, so I was curious if you knew why they agreed to it."
"I don't, but if I find out, I'll let you know."
"Thanks. By the way, most of the roster doesn't believe what Brie says about you being involved in the screwjob against Daniel."
"That's good because I wasn't involved."
"I always figured you weren't. I'm gonna go. Good luck tonight." Renee passed Junior back to me.
I took Junior back from her. "Thanks, you too."
Tonight had been going relatively well. Things had essentially been going smoothly. The only exception so far was that Cody, Fandango, Miz, and Damien Sandow ended up brawling after Cody defeated Fandango in a singles match, so I scheduled Cody and Miz vs. Damien and Fandango to settle things in the ring. It felt weird bossing around a close friend in Cody, but I felt that my decision was fair.
Currently, I was in my office with Brad and playing with my son, waiting until either a wrestler came in my office with a concern or something happened on TV that I needed to handle. Raw was on the TV in the room, and I was partially watching Randy's match against Christian but was mainly keeping my son entertained. I look up to see Randy hit an RKO on Christian and pin him.
1…2…3!
"The winner of this match, Randy Orton!" Justin Roberts announced.
I look at Junior. "Well, look at that, kid. Your dad won clean this week."
Brad gives a small chuckle from across the room. I go back to entertaining my son.
"Oh shit." Brad commented.
"What's going on?" I ask.
"Daniel spray painted the word yes all over the Escalade that Triple H got for Randy."
I look up at the screen. "Shit. Go, Brad. I'll be a little behind you."
"Should I go to the car or the ring?"
"The car. We're about to go to a commercial break. Daniel will leave the area soon, but Randy and Triple H are going to head that way. Meet them there. I'm probably going to have to bring the baby, so I'll be a little behind you. Tell them that if they ask."
"Got it." Brad exits the office.
I stand up before picking up my son. He gets a little fussy, so I pass him his binky.
"Let's go calm down your father." I say to Junior.
I exit the locker-room and make my way to the parking lot to find the Escalade, Triple H, Brad, and Randy. I stop as I see the cameras filming the three men by the Escalade.
"Everyone wants to make this personal, right? Okay. I'll tell you what you're gonna do, Brad." Triple H tells Brad. "You're gonna walk down that hallway. You're going to walk into that locker-room, and you're gonna find every Superstar and every Diva on that roster. You're gonna march them out to that stage. They're gonna stand out there, and they're gonna watch what happens to Daniel Bryan tonight. I want you to tell them that anybody that thinks about getting involved, anybody that thinks about interfering, anybody that thinks about walking down that ramp, crossing that line or looking sideways at that ring is going to be personally fired by me. Every single last one of them. Now, Brad, let them know that I'm gonna laugh. Go."
Brad walks away and passes me. "Good luck."
"Daniel Bryan is gonna pay for this. He's gonna pay." Randy comments.
I still linger off to the side as I don't want my son on camera. The cameramen walk off.
Paul walks past me to leave as I slowly approach to see the damage. "Marissa."
"Paul." I respond before walking over to the Escalade. "How bad is it?"
Randy shakes his head. "It's gonna take forever to clean. I'm curious, do you condone this at all?"
"No, and we both know that's a stupid question to ask, Randy. Just because I don't agree with one thing that you did doesn't mean I'm completely against you. Plus, this is literally vandalism. I would've been down here sooner than you if I didn't have Junior. I didn't want him on camera, and I doubt you would either."
"I don't. I'm so pissed about this."
"I don't blame you. You do tend to get your vehicles vandalized more than most people. This is the third time since I've been in a relationship with you."
"Three times in four years is a bit concerning. Something tells me we won't be getting Daniel to clean this like Christian cleaned our bus."
"You're probably right about that. I can help you clean it later if you want." I start to try to calm the baby as he starts getting fussy. "Shhhh, it's okay. Don't cry. It's okay."
"I guess he's pissed off about it too." Randy jokes.
"I wouldn't blame him. I think our son wants your attention."
Randy takes the baby from me. "I've got you, little man."
"Guess that's all he wanted. He isn't so fussy now."
"He probably just likes getting some attention. Must've gotten that from you. How do you feel about Triple H having the roster on stage for the gauntlet match?"
I laugh. "I honestly don't necessarily agree with it, but since he didn't do anything to oppose me, I won't get in the way of any of that. Are you planning on attacking Daniel at some point during all that?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. I hope Paul isn't expecting me to be on stage for that though. I'm going to be in my office with Junior."
"I don't think he's expecting you to be on stage anyway. You're completely reasonable in wanting to watch our son backstage."
"I hope he agrees."
"I think he will. He was talking a bit earlier about how Stephanie thinks the best thing to do is to try to maintain peace with you. She's not here, but I still doubt he'd go against that."
"Well, that's nice to know."
"Yeah, are you going home tomorrow?"
"I plan on it. I was going to take Junior too if you didn't have an issue with that."
"I don't. He ought to be back home if only one of us is at a show. I just wanted to make sure you and I were on the same page."
"We are."
"You don't have to help me clean this later if you don't want to, but I'd like it if you at least hung out here while I'm cleaning. I'd appreciate the company."
"Okay, I can do that."
"Thanks."
"I probably need to get back to my office."
"Don't let me hold you up." Randy passes Junior back to me. "I'll see you later, little man."
"I'll meet you out here after the show."
"Okay." Randy nodded. "Actually, let me walk you back to your office."
"Are you sure that you don't need to be doing anything?"
"Not at the moment." Randy grabs the WWE Championship before wrapping an arm around me. "I don't want work to get between us."
"Me either."
Randy kisses my forehead as we start to walk back inside. "I love you."
"I love you too."
I watch as Randy starts cleaning the Escalade. "So is beating down Daniel going to be a weekly thing?"
Randy shrugs. "Possibly."
"Out of curiosity, how did the Shield get involved in this?"
"I wish I had an answer for you since it involves your brother, but I don't. You'll have to ask one of the Shield boys or Triple H and Stephanie."
"Oh, okay."
"How busy did the roster have you tonight? I saw you go out there and make that Tag Team match."
"To be honest, I was terribly busy today. Before Raw started, I practically had people in my office nonstop. Brad told me that he'd never seen anything like it."
"Did any of the guys give you a hard time? I can go say something to them."
"Not really. Punk was a little crappy when he came into my office during the show to demand a match against Paul Heyman, but I know he was frustrated. No big deal."
"Are you sure? Also, are you making Heyman wrestle?"
"I'm certain, Randy. I appreciate you wanting to defend me, but I don't really need it. I've been in wrestling for nine years. I know how to handle male wrestlers in a bad mood. And yes, I gave Punk a handicap match against Heyman and Curtis Axel at Night of Champions."
"Okay, I'm just making sure. I'm so glad you're making Heyman wrestle though."
"Me too. How the hell are we getting this Escalade home?"
Randy laughs. "I don't have a clue. Don't worry though. I'll figure something out."
"Actually, I could drive it."
"You can?"
"Yeah, I flew here, but I have Junior's car seat. I can just drive it home tomorrow instead of flying back."
"Okay, if it works for you, it works for me. Thanks."
"No problem."
