The Bash: June 28, 2009

The Bash…I'm defending my championship against Michelle tonight. Maryse casually puts her arm around my shoulders. I look at her.

"Don't be nervous, Rissa." Maryse says to me. "Eve and I got your back."

"I know, but I'm still nervous." I replied.

"I don't blame you. I'm just trying to take away some of that nervousness."

"I understand and appreciate that, but I don't know how much it'll help. I know Michelle is a great wrestler. Tonight is gonna be tough."

"It will be tough, but if I can beat Michelle, you can too."

Eve spots us and practically runs up to us. "It seems someone got tired of Michelle's little group of friends being shitty towards all the other Divas."

"Huh?"

"Someone attacked Mickie and Rosa. No one knows who did it."

"Oh wow, I hope that isn't too distracting for Michelle." I say sarcastically.

"Maybe it will be."

"Maybe, let's go see the guys.

We walk into Legacy's locker-room. They all turn to us.

"Well, hi there." Maryse comments as they all just kinda stare.

"Hi, ladies." Randy says as he pulls me into a hug. "You're nervous, Marissa."

I look up at him. "Is it that noticeable?"

"Yes." Ted says before Maryse smacks him. "What?"

"Don't tell her that." Maryse scolds.

"It isn't that bad." Cody tells me. "But you do seem to be a bit on edge."

"Thanks, Cody." I say. "I might be starting to like you better than Ted."

The rest of us chuckle at Ted, who looks offended. Maryse drags him out the door. Eve and Cody soon follow.

"It's pretty noticeable. Sit down and calm down." Randy gently tells me.

"Something's up. I feel it." I say, admitting the truth to Randy.

"Look at me. You're the best Diva in this company. You can beat Michelle. If this match tonight is a clean match, you'll win. If Michelle does have something up her sleeve to cheat and win, you have a rematch clause, and Stephanie probably would give you what you want anyway. You'll be alright."

"If Michelle cheats to beat me tonight, she's gonna have hell to pay."

"Yeah, you're the type to hold a grudge. All I'm asking is that you try your best to be in a good mood while we're on vacation."

"I will, Randy. I want to enjoy this vacation just as much as, if not more than, you. Plus, I have a birthday to enjoy."

"Your match is next. Come on. I'll walk you down to the guerilla."

I grab my jacket, and we head to the guerilla.

"This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the WWE Women's Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, being accompanied to the ring by Alicia Fox and Layla, from Palatka, Florida, Michelle McCool!"

Michelle walks down to the ring and does her regular entrance.

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…

I give Randy a quick kiss before heading out to the ring.

"And her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Eve Torres and Maryse, from Saint Louis, Missouri, she is the WWE Women's Champion, Marissa!"

I hand the referee my title, and he holds the title up for everyone to see.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Michelle and I lock up immediately. I pushed her into a corner and slapped her on the chest multiple times, the crowd made loud reactions each time. She punches me in the face. I moved away from her.

I was not looking and got hit with a Clothesline by Michelle. She pulls me up by my hair and slaps me. In that moment, something snaps inside me. Michelle must have realized it, as she ran for the ropes.

I pulled her back by her hair. She tried hitting me in the face again, but I reversed it and lifted her up on my shoulders in a Fireman's Carry position. I hit my Picture Perfect finisher on her. I go for a pin.

1...2…kickout!

She kicks out and rolls towards the ropes. I drag Michelle over to the middle of the ring, and she nails me in the face with a Right Hand. She keeps hitting me, but I eventually get back in control. I go for an RKO, but she reverses it and hits me with a Big Boot. She goes for a pin.

1…kickout!

Michelle pulled me up, and I successfully hit a RKO, which was mainly credited to Randy teaching me how to catch people off guard with it better. She rolls off to the side, and Alicia goes to check on her. I go to pull Michelle back, but she hits me with brass knuckles as Layla distracts the referee. She pins me.

1...2...3!

"Here is your winner and the NEW WWE Women's Champion, Michelle McCool!"

I lost. Maryse and Eve pull me out of the ring and head backstage. I'm still in disbelief. She beat me, but not in a clean manner. I'll be getting my payback.

The WWE Women's Championship was rightfully mine. This wasn't going to slide with me.

Randy slowly walks over and pulls me into his arms. "You'll get her."

I nod as I lean onto his chest. "I know I will."

"I swear as soon as I can get done with my match, I'll get you out of here."

"You have a Three Stages of Hell match, Randy. We'll be here for a while."

"At least you'll get to watch me wrestle."

"Yeah, don't get yourself hurt."

"I wasn't planning on it."

"Good, I need to have that pretty face of yours intact for our vacation."

Randy laughs. "My pretty face? Oh, Rissa, my handsome face will be just fine. Though I wish you cared about the rest of my body."

I roll my eyes. "I do. Just worry about your match."

Randy laughs. "I'll be just fine, beautiful."