Raw: January 18, 2010

"I can't believe we are facing each other tonight." I tell Maryse.

"It's still such bullshit." Maryse comments.

"You're officially out of the Divas of Domination after tonight?"

"Yeah…"

"This sucks."

"Yeah, it sucks, but we knew it was coming."

"It shouldn't have happened though."

"At least it's still you and Eve."

"For now. I think they should keep Eve and I together. We could do what Layla and Chelle are doing and be a teacher-student alliance kind of thing."

"Yeah, but I doubt they'll let you."

"Probably not. Do you know if Eve has anything to do tonight other than our segment?"

"Not that I know of."

"Okay."

Eve walks in. "What's up?"

"Complaining about getting split up, and that's about it."

"I'm still so mad. When are we supposed to film this segment?"

"I think it should be any time now." Maryse answers.

"Hopefully the cameraman gets here soon."

"Hopefully."

The cameraman walks in. "Hello, ladies. Are you three ready to film your segment?"

The three of us nod and get into position before the cameraman starts filming us.

"So nice that we get the night off tonight." I comment to Eve.

"It is nice, but why are we here then if we aren't wrestling?" Eve asks.

"To watch my adversaries mainly, Eve. I'm a couple weeks out from defending my Women's Championship in a Fatal Four Way at Royal Rumble. We need to scout my competition, so I can be fully prepared for that match"

"Wow…" Maryse rolls her eyes."It is always about what you want, isn't it, Marissa? Eve and I don't need to be around to scout your competition. It doesn't benefit us. I'm starting to think the only reason the Divas of Domination exist is to ensure you're champion. You never cared about Michelle. You don't care about me or Eve. Eve's just a follower, and I'll win the Divas Championship tournament and be a better champion than you'll ever be, even if I have to beat Eve since she's in the tournament too."

I slap Maryse. "Stop kidding yourself, Maryse. You were never anywhere near my level and never will be."

Maryse glares at me as she holds her cheek. "I meant every word I said."

"Really? Because I'm the only reason you're anywhere near relevancy, Maryse. I took you in and made you successful, and now, you're just ungrateful."

"If that's really how you feel, face me tonight, bitch! I will prove you wrong!"

"You're on!"

Pourquoi es-tu si belle?

Pourquoi tu bouges comme ça?

Pourquoi tu me fais mal?

Oh je me sens tout nu…

"This is a Divas match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Montreal, Quebec, Canada, Maryse!"

I know I want that girl so bad

I lie awake at night

And think of all the things that I would do

With a girl like that…

"And her opponent, from Saint Louis, Missouri, she is the WWE Women's Champion, Marissa!"

We decided Eve should stay in the back for this match, so it looked like she was torn on who to side with. Nonetheless, it still sucked that Maryse and I were in this match in the first place. We should've never been put in this position.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Maryse and I lock up with each other. I throw her on the ground. I then stomp on her arms and legs. Maryse manages to roll out of the ring. I jump onto her from the top turnbuckle. I throw her back into the ring and pin her.

1...2...kickout!

Maryse hits me with a Dropkick. I fall to the ground. She taunts me.

"Who's the better Diva now?" Maryse asks with an arrogant look.

Maryse picks me up and performs the French Kiss before she pins me.

1...2...kickout!

I hit Maryse with a Backstabber. I then lock in a Sharpshooter. Maryse reaches the ropes. I release the submission hold on her. Maryse kicks me in the face, and I fall to the ground. Maryse once again taunts me. She then picks me up and hits a French Kiss on me again. Maryse pins me.

1...2…

Mickie and Alicia attack Maryse. The bell is rung to signal a disqualification. Once I'm able to stand, Maryse is already unconscious. I quickly throw Alicia out of the ring since she's not the one I want to get my hands on. I then go after Mickie with a Thesz Press. I unload punches continuously on Mickie. The referee tries to pull me off, but I just go after Mickie again. Alicia pulls Mickie out of the ring, and the pair stumble up the ramp together.

I glance back at Maryse without breaking character. She looked pretty hurt. I was pissed.

I quickly walk backstage. Ted and Randy meet me at the guerilla. I grab Randy's arm tightly as I reach them.

"They got Eve and Chelle too." Ted explains to me.

"You stick around for Maryse." I tell Ted. "Randy and I will go check on them and see if John and Cody are with them."

Randy and I start walking to the trainer's room.

"Mickie's dead." I mutter. "So dead."

"Don't worry, Rissa." Randy tells me in an attempt to be reassuring. "We all knew her doing this was just going to make things worse for her."

"This is personal."

"I understand why." Randy replies as we enter the trainer's room. "But it was always personal between you two, wasn't it?"

"Yes but this is even more personal than before. I can see why Mickie would go after me or Michelle right now, but there was no reason to go after Eve and Maryse tonight. This isn't just about what's going on between us on screen. There's more to it. Hell, I can't even explain why Alicia was there."

"Well, isn't Alicia in this Divas Championship tournament like Eve and Maryse are?" John asks as he and Cody notice Randy and me.

"Uh, I think you're right. I'd have to double check though."

"Still shitty either way." Cody comments.

"How are they doing?"

"They'll be okay. They were just knocked unconscious."

"That's good."

"You know they'll want payback on Mickie and Alicia too though." John comments.

"Well, Michelle can get her hands on Mickie anytime she pleases. As for Eve, I think I've got an idea in mind that she'll go along with."

"Care to elaborate on that?"

"It's simple really. I call Teddy Long, and Eve and I get a Tag Team match against Mickie and Alicia tomorrow night at the SmackDown filming."

"Are you sure Teddy will go for that?" Cody questions.

"Cody, we all know Teddy will go for any good Tag Team match. I don't think this will be an issue. I'll get the match to be made no problem."

"I hope you're right. I'm sure Eve will be right on board."

I frown as I look at my unconscious friends. This is personal.