Raw: November 4, 2013

I sat in my office, going through paperwork as per usual. Randy and I had discussed the work issues from last week and had agreed to stick together when dealing with them and Triple H and Stephanie. We had also both admitted to things during our therapy session this past week. I admitted to trying to hide and not tell Randy how bad my emotions were after having the baby prematurely and being separated for weeks from Randy. Randy admitted to not telling me about his feelings about multiple things we've dealt with in an attempt to not stress me out. It was hard, but we both knew we had to work on communicating when it came to feelings and were willing to do that.

This issue with Stephanie and Triple H at work ironically was good practice with that. I told Randy how I felt they weren't happy about us working on our marriage. Randy told me how he felt about dealing with them, and we came to an agreement to stick together. I was glad we spoke about it.

Randy had the baby right now, so I was able to go through paperwork much easier. It would've been easier if Brad was around to help with it some, but he was nowhere to be found. Ironically, I was starting to see why Randy wasn't too fond of Brad. He should've been around a while ago. I was already upset with Stephanie and Triple H, so expanding my annoyance to also be about Brad's absence wasn't that hard. I got a text on my phone. I check it to see that it's from Michelle.

Chelle: Hey, we haven't had much time to talk recently. How's things going?

I sigh before replying to her text.

Me: I'm annoyed with Stephanie and Triple H, and Brad was supposed to be here to help me out and isn't. Not happy about it. How are you?

I notice that I have another text from Randy.

Randy: Our son is trying to grab my WWE Championship. I think we're in trouble with this one already lol.

I smile at that text. Nothing was better than hearing about your children, especially when it comes from your spouse. I replied to Randy.

Me: Are you even surprised about that? We did make him lol.

I finished the paperwork for now and was glad to feel accomplished. Brad walks into the office just as I move the paperwork to the side.

"You're late. Paperwork is done. Just make sure to handle any grievances anyone comes by with. I'm taking a break to go see my little boy." I exit the office.


I look at Randy as he makes it back to his locker-room, where I was waiting with Junior. "Did you really just say women want you in your promo?"

Randy shrugs. "I also said that men want to be me."

"Yeah, but I don't care about that. I just can't believe you went out there and acknowledged all the women who are fans that think you're hot."

"It was all for me to act like I'm too good for them anyway."

"Yeah, I don't plan on sharing you with any other woman."

"You can drop a line about men wanting you because let's be real, they do, and I'd feel the same way. I get it."

I laugh. "Good."

Randy sighed. "What's bothering you? You seem more annoyed than you were before we got to the arena today."

"Brad was late today."

"Did he give you an explanation why?"

"No."

"Rissa…"

"I know. You're about to tell me about how you're right and I should get a better assistant."

"We still have two weeks before you're set to make a decision about keeping him or not. I just want you to remember this when it's time for that decision."

"I will."

"Stephanie said that the Board of Directors mandated that Big Show is working for now. They want him to wrestle tonight."

"You already wrestled Big E tonight."

"It's a handicap with Big Show against me and the Shield."

"They should've told me they were doing this."

"I'm pretty sure they're still avoiding you since you went off last week."

"This is my show. I should've been told." I sigh. "I'm staying away from this tonight. Be careful."

"I will. I promise. I think Kane is supposed to be around too."

"How are you feeling about that?"

"Well, it's weird. I think he's changed, but I still remember what happened four years ago. I'm not thrilled."

"Me either. Stephanie even slightly suggested he could be my new assistant if needed."

"That'd still be better than Brad."

I laugh. "I'm starting to think you're right about that."


I was pissed. Triple H, reluctantly, gave Big Show a WWE Championship match against Randy at Survivor Series. I knew it was to make sure that Big Show dropped his lawsuit against the company, but I still didn't think it was right. Randy was getting caught up in their problems. I knew Randy had it in him to find a way to win at Survivor Series, but I didn't like this.

I was so sick of Stephanie and Triple H. I knew I had to tough this out until Randy could safely split off from them, but neither of us knew how long that would take. I just wanted to get Randy out, so things for us could go back to normal.

To be honest, if Randy wasn't stuck with Stephanie and Triple H, I'd probably not even be Raw general manager. I'd've let the old man choose someone else and just stuck to being Randy's manager. I didn't hate being Raw general manager, but I felt much more comfortable being Randy's manager. If I was Randy's manager only and not Raw general manager, I could've focused on helping Randy's career and being President of the Divas Division, which was really what I wanted. Plus, I know this Raw general manager thing won't last forever because one day, I know something will motivate me to go back to wrestling full time.

I held my baby boy in my arms. I wanted him to see me wrestle full time one day. I still was hoping to have another kid with Randy, assuming this therapy helped us work things out, but I wanted both of those kids to see me as a wrestler and not just a general manager, Randy's manager, or President of the Divas Division. However, I knew what my place needed to be right now, and that was Raw general manager to help Randy get out of this mess.

I knew somehow, some way, I would get him out of this. I wasn't going to let them manipulate Randy for the rest of his career, however long that may be, and I sure as hell wasn't going to let them manipulate me.