Raw Country: November 18, 2013

I look in the mirror as I take the cowboy hat on and off my head. "Do I wear the hat too or is it too much, babe?"

"I think it looks great on you, Rissa." Randy tells me. "I think you should wear the hat. I think it completes your sexy cowgirl look."

"Sexy cowgirl look?"

"Yes, you're a sexy cowgirl, and I'm hoping you're gonna keep these clothes after tonight. I think I'm gonna need to see you in all this again in a much more private place."

"Not tonight. The baby will be at the hotel with us."

"I meant at home. If the kids are sleeping, you and I can have our alone time, and I can see more of you dressed as a cowgirl."

"Are you gonna dress up for me too?"

"Do you want me to?"

"If I'm gonna wear this again, I think I'll need a cowboy."

"Deal. I'm so angry with so many people."

I sat down next to him. "Me too."

"I'm angry with Stephanie, Triple H, Brad, Vickie, Big Show…such a long list."

I nod. "I'm with you there and add the people who made me schedule Diva Musical Chairs tonight."

"Diva Musical Chairs?"

"I've never been so glad to not be a wrestler right now."

"No kidding. I feel like with what we've got planned for how to act right now that we're going to be so insufferable."

"Oh well. It's not like we're being insufferable to each other, just to others. If you want to bitch at Triple H and Stephanie over this Big Show match, I've got your back. We're good, and I feel like our couple's therapy has been going well so far."

"Me too. So Stephanie and Triple H are starting the show?"

"Yes, and I'm going with you because I know you're going out there. I can have your back, and once you're done, I can call out Vickie and Brad and tear them to shreds."

"Sounds great. So what'd Kane find out about Vickie's motivation for scheduling that Handicap match last week?"

"You're gonna get pissed about it."

"I still want to hear it."

"Turns out Brad talked Vickie into it because he was angry that you pushed me into evaluating his job performance. She agreed to make the match and originally was going to cover for him."

"If you didn't already schedule me in a match with him, I'd be hunting him down to beat him to a pulp."

"I know. Since I knew it'd make you more angry, after Kane told me about that, I made your match tonight No Disqualification."

"Great, are you hanging around for it?"

"Uh, I guess I can. I hadn't thought about that."

"He was disrespectful towards you. I figured you'd want a close look at me, beating some respect into him."

"Alright, I'll hang around for it."

"Who'd you get to beat up Vickie?"

"AJ Lee, while we did have that one little issue in June, we're cool, and she can't stand Vickie just as much as me. Plus, she was nice to you and me when she was Raw general manager. I thought I'd return the favor."

"That'll be fun to watch."

"It will be."

"We're well rested, and we're back." Stephanie tells the crowd as she's in the ring with Triple H. "And Survivor Series is this Sunday."

I hear voices in my head

They council me

They understand

They talk to me…

Randy heads down to the ring at a quick pace, and I struggle to keep up with him as I follow him.

Randy lets me in the ring before grabbing a microphone and entering the ring himself. "So, uh, you wanna blame everyone else? You wanna blame everyone else but yourselves? Well, that's fine because I blame you and you! I blame the both of you! You were the ones who have been not taking Marissa's position as general manager seriously, which means it's your fault Vickie Guerrero thought she could run Raw last week in your absence! You're the ones who caved in and gave Big Show a title shot that he didn't even deserve! And you're the ones I hold directly responsible for being Chokeslammed through that announcer's table last week! I'm the Face of the WWE, your most valuable asset! Not Daniel Bryan, John Cena, Big Show, or CM Punk! It's me! And I feel that you should be protecting your most valuable asset a little bit better than you are right now."

Triple H gives Randy a dirty look. "Like I tried to explain…"

Stephanie cuts Triple H off. "Ya know, Randy, you're probably right."

Randy looks at Stephanie. "Woah. Woah. Woah. Probably? Probably right? I'm still all jacked up from going through that table last week! I probably won't be able to beat the Big Show by myself at Survivor Series! So what are you gonna do about that?!"

Triple H gets in Randy's face. "Who the hell do you think you're talking to?!"

"I'm the WWE Champion and the face of this company!"

"What I think you mean to say, Randy, is the face of our company."

"That's right, Randy." Stephanie tells Randy. "And I'll admit there was some confusion last week in spite of some clear orders."

"What confusion?" I ask, finally interjecting myself into this conversation. "I'm the general manager of Monday Night Raw. Last week, I should've been the one making the matches, not Vickie Guerrero or anyone else. This would've never happened if you two hadn't tried to go around things that I do for this show."

"Excuse me." Vickie says as she heads towards the ring with Brad by her side before Stephanie or Triple H can respond. "Excuse me."

"You're right, Miss McMahon." Brad says to Stephanie. "There was some confusion last week, and I'd just like to say it was all Vickie's fault."

I roll my eyes. "Oh give it a break, Brad. Kane already went and got all the information that I needed. Stephanie and Triple H aren't going to deal with you two. I'm dealing with you two personally as Monday Night Raw is my show."

Brad and Vickie narrow their eyes at me as Randy comes up behind me and rubs my shoulders.

I continue. "For starters, as far as being my assistant goes, Brad, you're fired! My office has no room for the incompetent, trash talking, whiny little bitch of an assistant that you were. I know that putting Randy in that Handicap match last week was your idea that Vickie executed. You two will never try to step on my authority again. As for you, Vickie, did you know that you're listed as a member of the active roster?"

Vickie's eyes go wide.

I laugh. "Oh, you didn't know? Well, I figured I'd give you a taste of your own medicine and put you in a match that you shouldn't be in, so tonight, Vickie Guerrero, you will go one-on-one with the WWE Divas Champion, AJ Lee!"

Vickie looks terrified. Brad is struggling to not laugh.

"Brad, I'm not done with you yet, so I wouldn't be laughing. I mean this was your idea, and I'm aware that you've been talking about me behind my back, which is incredibly disrespectful. Vickie won't be the only one wrestling tonight. Brad, you're gonna wrestle too, and your opponent will be…" I look over my shoulder and smile at Randy. "Your opponent will be Randy Orton, and don't go anywhere because that match will be right now. You can wrestle in that tacky suit you're wearing. Oh, and by the way, it's No Disqualification."

Brad looks like he's gonna freak out and goes to walk backstage, but Kane walks out, making Brad back out onto the stage.

My theme song starts to play. Stephanie and Triple H, looking amused, exit the ring and head towards backstage. Kane is standing on stage with Vickie and Brad, who both look terrified. Randy and I are in the ring alone with each other. Randy has a large smirk on his face.

Randy pulls me close to him. "Good job, sweetheart."

I smile. "Thanks, babe."

I exit the ring as Vickie heads backstage and Brad hesitantly heads into the ring. The referee signals for the bell.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Brad slips out of the ring and stands outside of the ring, hesitant. The referee is telling Brad to get back in the ring. He stands on the apron for a moment before slowly getting back in. Randy goes after Brad, but Brad slides back out of the ring and grabs a microphone.

"Hang on, Randy, we don't need to do this." Brad tells Randy as he tries to hide behind the announce table. "We don't need to do this."

Randy gets out of the ring to go after Brad. Brad goes into the ring announcer's area to try to get over the barricade to run away, but Randy grabs Brad and starts dragging him back. Brad hits Randy with the microphone he had in his hand still. Brad shoves Randy into a ringpost. Randy instinctively gets back in the ring as he's stunned. I knew Brad wouldn't win this, but I didn't like how things were looking right now.

Brad gets back in the ring and catches Randy with a DDT. Brad pins Randy.

1…2…kickout!

Randy had heavily kicked out of that pin. Brad is trying to figure out what to do next. Randy sits up and glares at Brad, terrifying him. Randy throws Brad out of the ring before exiting the ring himself and throwing Brad over the announce table. Randy pulls Brad back over and throws him into the steel steps. Randy pulls Brad's shirt open before chopping Brad's chest and throwing him into a ringpost. Randy hits Brad with a Draping DDT off of the barricade.

Randy grabs the microphone that Brad hit him with earlier and throws it into the ring before grabbing Brad and sending him back into the ring. The referee tries to check on Brad, but Randy gets on top of Brad and hits him repeatedly with that microphone. The referee makes Randy get off Brad and has the match stopped. I could still see the anger in Randy, who was declared the winner, but at least Randy got some of his anger out.

I get in the ring to give Randy his WWE Championship. Randy takes it from me before pulling me into a passionate kiss.

"That was fun." Randy whispers as he smirks.

"I'll find a way for you to get the rest of your anger out." I responded.

"That sounds great. Man, I love you."

"I love you too."

Randy celebrates in the ring. I raise his arm in the air. On our way out of the ring, I glare at Brad, acknowledging the end of our working relationship. As Randy and I exit the ring, doctors go to check on Brad.

"We've been on a roll tonight." Randy comments as he grabs my waist.

I smile at Randy. "Yeah, we are."

I smile as I get the baby to fall asleep and put him in his crib. "So Triple H and Stephanie aren't going to have the Shield around for your match, are sounding doubtful of their confidence in you, and are wanting you to do this alone? Did I get it right?"

Randy nods as he looks at me and the baby. "Yes, this is frustrating."

"Well, if you want my opinion, I'll give it. I don't know if you'll agree though."

"I'd like to hear what you think of all this."

"Maybe it's a good thing."

"A good thing?"

"You don't need the Shield or Stephanie or Triple H. I know Big Show will be hard to beat, but I'm pretty sure I've seen you do it before, haven't I? If you've done it before, you can do it again. If they're really doubting their confidence in you, this can be how you prove how damn good you are at wrestling. If they don't have confidence in you, then screw them. We want away from them anyway. Plus, I couldn't have more confidence in you, so there's someone with confidence in you. Hell, if you want someone at ringside for your match, I'll go. It's not like they'll tell me not to go. I don't plan on interfering though."

Randy nods. "I'd rather you not interfere in this match. Thanks, Rissa. Come to bed."

I climb in bed with Randy. "Even if we can't leave the Authority peacefully, we'll figure something out."

"I know. Remind me to give you some extra love at home this week. You deserve all the love in the world and have been trying so hard to do work things that will be good for me."

"If you ask me, I think you should be getting all kinds of love at home too."

"Well, thanks, sweetheart."

"I don't know if it's selfish, but I can't wait for the day that we're done with the Authority. I can't wait for it to just be me and you again."

Randy pulls me closer to him. "Sunday will be the closest we'll get for now. I can't wait either though. You're the only person in this company I'm certain I can fully trust."

"We do say forever and always."

"Yeah, forever and always. We do have this therapy to go through, but things will be back to how they used to be one day."